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Blinking up at the firefighter from the sheets, a lazy grin breaks over the star's features as she takes it in. Bearing her teeth, she quirks an eyebrow; exuding dominance even from her restrained position in Rumi's grasp. 'Aww, kitten. I thought we'd discussed this, I don't...mmpf!'

Driving a knee into her abdomen, Rumi pushes down in a forceful kiss, tightening her grip as Mira desperately pushes back beneath her. Sure, she'd taken her by surprise at the bar. But Rumi can carry out a vic at 140kgs from any high-rise in Seoul - and that's not including the weight of her kit. Her muscles are steel - lean and tight from years of only the toughest training regimens. She catches a ripple of shock through Mira's wide eyes as she realizes her mistake - pupils blown out as Rumi tugs at her lower lip in a surge of need, forcing her tongue into Mira's soft, decadent mouth with no apology. With a final tug against Rumi's ironclad grip Mira surrenders, body softening as she opens her mouth to allow full access - releasing a soft moan as Rumi's tongue meets her own with intoxicating intention. 

Still holding the tall girl pinned beneath her, Rumi moves to trace her jaw with soft lips, running a hot trail down the side of the star's long, smooth neck. Stopping to suck at her pulse point, Mira whines as she tries to buck her hips, Rumi smiling into her clavicle as she keeps the idol firmly rooted to the bed. Taking her time, she begins to explore with her mouth; delicately roaming every little patch of exposed skin beneath her as Mira protests and shivers. Sliding her leg down the bed, she drives her knee firmly into Mira's core; the idol unable to contain the desperate sound she releases into the night as Rumi makes contact. Smug, Rumi licks a trail back up her neck before coming to a stop; staring down the dark eyed beauty from above as she watches her with a mix of want and despise. 

'So. Do I have your attention?'

Silence. Then, the coral-haired woman practically spits out her reply. 

'Okay, princess. So you've got a few moves. Big whoop. Are you going to undress me, or are you going to hump me like a little dog all night?'

Hah. It's still a victory. Bearing her canines as she delivers a cocky eyeroll, Rumi leans in to whisper in her ear; feeling the star stiffen beneath her with the near-contact.

'Aww. Have we graduated from kitten? You're so sweet. But I think you're still missing a few words, sweetheart.'

Beginning to roll her hips, Rumi returns to kiss every part of the woman beneath her but her mouth, Mira's resolve crumbling as she tries her hardest to break free of Rumi's titanium hold. Delivering a bite just below the star's ear makes her whole body shudder in need, her sounds growing in desperation as the officer continues to edge her closer to where she wants. Squeezing her eyes shut, Mira throws back her head in surrender as she cries out. 'Fine. Okay. You win this one.'

Rumi pauses, drawing back to take in the scene beneath her. Having lost her last shred of composure, the star's chest moves rapidly as she gasps for air, wide eyes accentuated by the soft friction of her hair, little flyaway strands caught at every angle from the repeated ministrations of the shorter girl against the silk sheets below.  

'Undress me. Please. Princess.'

In one fluid motion Rumi releases her hold, sitting back in the star's lap as she pulls her into a seated position; carelessly tearing her shirt overhead before unclasping her bra with a single hand - a move she's practiced many times in different rooms across the years. Throwing the dark, red lace to the floor she takes in the sight before her. Chest still caught in the rise and fall from their... activities... the woman in front of her is quite a different picture to the one she was presented with several hours ago. Wide-eyed with swollen lips, a faint pink dusts her pale cheeks as she watches the purple-haired woman in near-silence, seemingly waiting. Cupping the idol's cheek with one hand, she begins to trace up her ribs with the other, Mira emitting a low moan as Rumi reaches her destination. With a roll of her hips she pulls in the taller woman for a delicate, heady kiss; palming the soft flesh of her breast with her free hand as the star continues to moan into her touch. Not quite flat chested, the idol's pert, rounded breasts fit perfectly into the palm of her hands, and grabbing the other lightly with her free hand she continues to draw sounds out of the woman below. 

Sliding a little lower, she begins to lay on affections with her mouth, Mira moving to lean back on tightly muscled arms to improve her access. As Rumi suckles and pulls on the star's hard, pink nipples she notes the movements from the hips trapped beneath her are increasing - and with featherlight touches she frees her hand to run softly down a soft abdomen and skirt the edge of a pair of tight, black jeans. Suddenly moving to roughly cup her partner's core, Mira gasps, pushing up into Rumi's hand as she releases an involuntary shudder. Pushing back into the shorter girl on her lap, she sits up, grabbing Rumi's wrists with both hands as she delivers a hard stare. 

'Princess. If you don't finish what you started we're gonna have a problem. Take off my pants, now.'

Rumi laughs. She can't help it, the seriousness of the dark-eyed beauty before her giving her the electric thrill of an early victory. Pushing the taller girl back with a single shove from her hand, she slides down the bed elegantly to unzip and tear off the offending item of clothing - throwing it to the ground behind her carelessly as she knocks Mira's legs apart and slows; taking in the sight before her. Leaning back on her elbows, the idol stares her down wearing an expression of deep want from the top of the bed; her pale, toned body moving softly with the rise and fall of her exposed chest in the half-light. Eyes skirting lower, hungrily taking it all in, Rumi is delighted to find that the other girl is now glad only in a lacy, red thong. A twin to the bra now discarded somewhere in her room - obviously. Skirting up the bed, she runs a teasing finger under the taut elastic, snapping it back into the taller girl's groin with a giggle as she flinches beneath her. 

With agonizing care, she turns her attention to the long, creamy legs bracketing her face. Delicate little kisses trailing up toned thighs, she reaches to brush trailing knuckles over the other girl's covered slit; eliciting a gasp as Mira falls back into her pillows as she lets the shorter girl steal tantalizing little touches closer and closer to her need. Licking a long trail up the idol's inner thigh elicits a groan from the coral-haired woman, as Rumi slides in with easy poise to kiss a trail alongside the final flimsy barrier between her and her prize. Reaching blindly, Mira grabs her hand without apology, uttering a small cry as Rumi places light little touches just out of reach of her desire. With a yank, Mira tugs on Rumi's hand, forcing her to meet her gaze. Looking too flushed to be properly unbothered, there's a tinge of whining to her voice as she cuts in with acid layering her every word. 'Rumi. I swear to god. When are you going to get on with it and fuck me?'

Placing a firm kiss right in the centre of her heat, Rumi only smirks as she watches her companion through gleefully narrowed eyes. 

'Oh, I don't know. Maybe when you learn some better manners, rich girl.'

Anger courses through the idol's body, clear as day for the first time that night. Giving the officer a little push in her chest, she makes to rise up from the bed, nostrils flaring in irritation. 'Fine. Be that way. I can do it myself.' Making to reach for her basest desire, Rumi easily intercepts, pinning the tall woman's hands to her thighs as she looks up cocky and bright-eyed between her legs. 'Nuh uh. I don't think so. This is my prize for the taking.' Seemingly at an impasse, they pause in the darkness. Neither daring to move. Tipping her head very slightly to the side, Rumi asks the question. 'Well? Is there something you want, superstar?' 

Eyes narrowed, Mira spits out her reply. 'You know what I want, princess.'

Tightening her grip to drag out a tight hiss of pain from her companion, Rumi slowly shakes her head. 'Mmm, I don't think I do. Consent, and all that. We've had a few drinks.' A beat. 'You sure you don't need anything, baby?'

Releasing a groan of defeat, Mira softens as she looks away. 'Fine. I need you to fuck me.' Still holding firm, Rumi keeps her position, waiting. For the moment. The word. With a dramatic roll of her head, Mira falls back onto the mattress, her body rippling against the white sheets as she gasps out a soft plea.

'Rumi... please.'

Delighted, Rumi releases her grip and yanks down Mira's underwear, diving straight into her pussy with gentle zeal. Running up her tongue up Mira's soaked folds, the taller girl gasps in pleasure, reaching blindly for the sheets around her as she bucks in ecstasy. Rumi begins her ministrations in earnest, exploring every part of the woman crying out beneath her with gentle swirls of her tongue. Sucking on the idol's clit, her companion letting out a full-body cry, Rumi moves to pull her hips more firmly into her mouth as the other girl trembles and writhes beneath her. (God, she tastes incredible.) Running her tongue in teasing, edging circles; Mira gets louder, and louder, her legs beginning to shudder as she moves closer to her impending climax. Sensing her partner's first peak, Rumi bears down, using hard, flat strokes of her tongue to coax the idol over the edge and deep into ecstasy. Her timing is good: Mira suddenly clasps her thighs around her shoulders and whimpers as she falls into rapture; Rumi gently toning down her touches as she edges back to baseline. Releasing her tight grip on the sheets, Mira falls back with a relieved laugh, breathing heavily as she brings her hands to her face in a daze. 'Shit. Huh.'

There's a tight pause as they stare each other down, Rumi delicately wiping the slick off her chin with a free hand. With an affectionate smirk, Mira gestures for the shorter girl to join her up the bed. 'Damn. You really do deserve to be that cocky. Jesus, babe... I... wow.'

Rumi surges up the bed to capture the idol in a soft, intimate kiss. With a gasp, Mira runs her hands up the officer's body, pulling her flush as they caress and nip in affection between soft smiles and wide eyes. Tracing a gentle hand around her companion's jaw, Rumi pops the question. 'So. You good for round two?' Mira responds by gently taking her hand and pushing it to her mouth in a delicate kiss. 'Please. baby.'

Trying to ignore the current of emotion that nips up her spine at that last word, Rumi responds by placing a firm kiss to Mira's jaw, giggling as the star reaches up to remove her shirt and bra - unclasping the soft lace with an identical ease to her own undressing minutes before. Taking a hold of Mira's wrists, with an impressive show of strength she kisses her down into the sheets; gently lowering her into the pillows hands-free as she loses herself to the soft warmth of the star's plush lips. Returning to kiss a trail of fire down the dancer's tight body, she runs her fingers up Mira's thighs to little gasps and shivers as she draws closer to her destination. Suddenly, she pauses, sitting up to roll out of bed and rummage through a nearby drawer. Retrieving a bottle of bright pink Sliquid, she softly crawls back into the bed, pushing the tall woman's legs a little wider apart as she coats her knuckles in a bright sheen of lubricant while the idol watches her with a keen hunger. Returning to her perch at the edge of the mattress, she runs a teasing hand down the dancer's abdomen, reveling in the obvious shudder that she draws out of her companion as Mira watches with bated breath. 

With a little graze across her thigh to set the stage, Rumi slides two fingers into Mira's soaked opening, the other girl releasing a tight hiss as she makes contact. It fits like a glove. That's her first thought, as she dives deep into the waiting wetness, her fingers curling easily against the spongy nub of Mira's g-spot before she begins to move in and out of the idol with hard, slow strokes. Eyes shuttered in bliss, Mira simply moans from her place back between the soft pillows, letting Rumi push her deep into the mattress with every movement, grazing across every available nerve as she fucks the pink haired woman with intention and skill. Slowly increasing her pace, Rumi pops her free hand into her mouth for some additional wetness, before delicately moving to lay tiny, teasing circles on Mira's waiting clit; dragging out sound after sound from the woman below as she moves inside her. Mira moans as she increases her tempo; dragging long, strong fingers almost all the way out before plunging them swiftly back into the depth of her core, the salacious sounds of the idol's arousal joining her gasps as she shudders from her place tangled in the sheets. 'Rumi.'

Surprised to hear her name, Rumi looks up to meet the star's gaze with interest, the dark eyes that meet her own hooded with desire. 'Please. Baby, I'm so close. I need you to kiss me. Rumi, please.' 

Removing her hand from Mira's clit, Rumi pushes up the bed as she continues to drive into the tall woman beneath her, Mira quickly adding a free hand to the mix as she touches herself to shudders of total rapture; before pulling in Rumi with her spare hand to desperately meet her mouth. It already feels too intimate - they've broken several of Rumi's cardinal rules for a painless hookup. 1) No names. 2) Hard and dirty, only. And the most important one. 3) No one stays over. As Rumi falls deeper into Mira's soft, eager mouth, she feels her heart stutter as the taller woman releases a deep, throaty moan. Driving her companion further into the sheets, she increases her power as she desperately drives the taller woman towards another climax. Trying to regain the reigns of a situation that is quickly spinning out of control. Throwing her head back, Mira falls. 'Rumi, fuck... please... Rumi!'

Body spasming as she falls, Mira pulls in the officer in close to her shoulder with a shocking show of strength; drawing Rumi deeper inside her as she guides her over the crest of rhapsody, dangerous strands of affection sparking something feral inside the officer's gut. Withdrawing her hand with a slick pull, Rumi lets the taller woman pull her into a firm embrace, their bodies tangled in the sheets as they breathe heavily into the midnight moment. Feeling the shuddering continue, Rumi pulls herself together and presses her weight into the trembling woman below - a key strategy in preventing the drop that can come with a sub-low. Running soothing fingers over the idol's exposed skin, she lets the taller woman pull her in, clinging to her like a lifeline as they lie entwined in the darkness. Minutes pass. Slowly, surely, the trembling stops, and she feels Mira soften beneath her. (Thank jesus.) 

Placing a soft kiss to her jaw, Rumi checks in. 'Hey. You good?'

Mira lets out a throaty, exhausted laugh as she curls her arms tighter around the officer. '...Yeah. Jesus. Yeah, I'm... more than good. Holy shit, how do you even do that to a girl? Menace.'

Rumi has to giggle at that, falling into the embrace as Mira places a firm kiss to the crown of her head. 'I promise I'll get up and return the favour, I'm just a little...hah... boneless right now. Gimme a sec.' 

Shaking her head in fond annoyance, Rumi lays a soft kiss onto the supine superstar, pushing up to dip into the kitchen for a moment. Pouring a glass of water from the filter, she mixes in some grape-flavoured electrolyte powder and grabs a soft, mink blanket from its place on the sofa before returning. On her return, Mira sits up to pull the soft blanket over her shoulders and gratefully takes the glass with shaking hands. 'Thanks.'

They sit in companionable silence for a few moments. Rumi watching the other girl cautiously, checking that she is indeed returning to baseline and won't go into shock. That might make things a little... awkward. 

Mira drains the glass, placing it on the nightstand with a quiet tap before shrugging the blanket from her shoulders. It drops onto the bed without ceremony, and the taller woman pats the space beside her. 'Okay. I'm good. Get your ass over here. But first, I need you to strip for me, pretty girl.'

With a laugh, Rumi realises she'd been so intent on her task that she was only half naked. Standing up to wiggle inelegantly out of her skinny jeans, she crawls across the tangled bedding to lean against the headboard; watching her companion with renewed interest. Turning to face her, Mira moves up the bed slowly; languid, letting her long limbs gracefully guide her approach like a particularly friendly house-cat. Pushing a hand into the wall, she brackets Rumi's legs with her own, running her long fingers up to tilt her chin as they pause, nose-to-nose in the dim light, waiting. A soft smile escapes, and the star runs the back of her hand across Rumi's cheekbone as she takes it in. 'Beautiful.' Rumi's heart thrashes wildly in her chest at the compliment, panicked thoughts thankfully derailed as Mira meets her in a hot, heady kiss. Wasting no time, Mira runs the back of her hand teasingly down the centre of Rumi's chest, grazing fingers moving to carefully cup a soft breast in her hand before gently tweaking a nipple in a firm tease. A moan is ripped from the officer, her eyes closing in pleasure as Mira begins her work in earnest; letting teasing, soft touches pull out little shows of desire from the girl trapped below. Running a hand gently through Rumi's hair, she's surprised when the idol gives a firm pull, making her cry out as a surge of wetness hits her far below. Smiling into the kiss for a brief moment, Mira gives the lilac hair another tug, rewarded by more sounds, so she continues to elegantly yank Rumi to the side by her scalp as she lays a line of gentle, sucking kisses along the length of her throat. 

Determined to regain some control, Rumi begins to protest, insults joining the fray alongside her keen sounds of desperation. 'You're... a... fucking... asshole.' Mira only smiles, biting down hard on Rumi's shoulder as she dips a hand to scrape rounded nails along the soft skin of her inner thigh, the firefighter shuddering as she runs a hand dangerously close to her want. Laying a hard, passionate kiss into the lilac haired girl, pushing her back into the headboard with a sharp exhale, Mira only laughs in response. 'That's true.'

Without warning, she pushes back to yank Rumi down the bed - drawing an inelegant squeak from the firefighter as her back hits the mattress with a thump. Pushing her legs apart with a rough hand, Mira looks up briefly with a twinkle in her eye before she moves in without preamble, descending onto Rumi's exposed cunt like she's been starving for it. Running her mouth in tight, skilled circles she smiles into the officer's core, dragging her mouth over every inch of exposed flesh as she revels in the cries from the muscled woman below. Rumi feels a tidal wave begin to grow in her stomach. The combination of it all - Mira's violent undoing, the stupid pet names, the soft, decadent touches currently pulling her under - it threatens too much. It threatens everything. 

Mira skirts a hand beneath her hips, suddenly pushing into Rumi's entrance and drawing a yell from the woman spread in the sheets. Somehow she curls her fingers just right, and after a few strokes to gently gage her partner, slides a third finger into Rumi's drenched core as her tongue gracefully dips in and out of her wet heat; an orgasm building hot and raw like white lightning. Sitting up to enjoy her prize, Mira places a firm hand on Rumi's shoulder as she thrusts into her with hot, heavy hits. 'Baby. Rumi.' Glancing up, shaking with exhaustion, Rumi catches the quiet confidence of the other woman's stare as she fucks her senseless from above. 'You gonna come for me, pretty girl?' Looking away, the officer has nothing left in her to respond, giving only a soft whimper in reply. Displeased, Mira skirts her fingers under her chin, forcing her gaze up to meet her own. 'I asked a question. Baby.'

Another wave of pleasure rolling through her core as Mira works inside her, she spits back an insult, glaring at the idol as she gasps beneath her. 'Bite me.'

With a soft laugh, Mira taps her lovingly on the nose, sitting back as she gently starts to withdraw. 'Aww. And here I thought you had the better manners between the two of us. Try again.' The coursing, full-body build that had been filling her up stops; tendrils of pleasure torn away as the pressure drops and Mira slips her hand back onto the bed. Pushing up onto her elbows, Rumi only meets the taller woman with a scowl, seething. 'Coward. Finish what you started.' 

Mira bears down on her, leaning in to lay a single kiss at the corner with her mouth before pulling back again, running a wet hand down her abdomen as Rumi shakes beneath her. 'Nuh uh. You've got to play the game. Rumi.' Hearing her name pulls a visible gasp from the shorter girl, shutting her eyes as Mira trails intoxicating patterns across her body with careful design. Fuck. She lost. 

With a resigned sigh, she looks up at the smug girl leaning over her, as Mira runs a gentle knuckle between her folds just to make her gasp. 'Jesus.' In a full bodied laugh, Mira shakes her head in amusement, continuing her teasing as she confidently watches Rumi twitch and curse beneath her. 'No, just Mira. Are you ready, my little love? Will you behave?'

Releasing a reluctant hiss, Rumi nods. 'Please. Put your hand back. I want.. I need you to fuck me. Please.'

The hands stops its movement. Grin widening in the darkness, Mira gives a single, resolute shake of her head. 'No.' 

Rumi is fucking floored. What the fuck does she mean - "no?"

'You've caused me a lot of trouble tonight. If you want to get off, I have some demands.' The firefighter looks up at her in turned on, stony silence. Unbothered, shit-eating grin still on her face, Mira runs her hand gently over the swell of her chest as she elaborates.

'One - you will ask nicely. Do what you're told without complaints, and without running that filthy little mouth. Two - you will ask for me by name. And only by name. And...' stopping to draw near, face to face, Mira delivers the final blow. 'You will look me in the eyes as you come. Do we have a deal?'

Jesus fuck. Absolutely n...'yes. We have a deal.' Raising a single eyebrow, the pink haired woman makes no moves, simply staring her down from the end of the bed. '...Mira. Please, Mira, I need you to...oh, god.'

Forcing Rumi back into the tangle of sheets, Mira immediately pushes back inside her with no warning, and no apologies. Heat growing in her belly, Rumi cries out with each thrust, falling deeper and deeper into the sensation of being totally filled. Mira easily slides in a fourth finger, reaching up to swipe Rumi's clit with her thumb, before returning to lean over the shorter girl; drinking in every quiver as she cries out from beneath her. God. She's fucking close. The static sparks of total overload running over her limbs, light filling the cavity in her chest as Mira grinds down inside her - the promise of total incoherence dancing at the edges of her fading vision. 

'Mira.' Looking down at her prize, Mira's expression softens, as she stares right into Rumi's soul with every thrust. 'Mira, please. Please. I'm so close, baby, don't stop. I... fuck. Mira.'

With a helpless cry, Rumi is gone, falling hard and fast and crashing to earth as her whole being trembles and shakes in the sheets. Eyes wide, she falls into the dark pools that are Mira's eyes, her heart thrashing around inside her chest as the universe crashes into oblivion with the sensation of it all. She collapses, breathing hard, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as if she can outrun the whole body shift that just wrecked her. There are orgasms, and then there are orgasms. She doesn't think she's come that hard, ever. Fuck. 

Distantly, she's aware of the sudden feeling of emptiness, as Mira withdraws and runs the back of her hand on the nearby bedding, before moving softly up the bed to lie next to the shattered lilac haired woman. Wordlessly, she offers an arm, pulling Rumi into a gentle hold before pulling the soft blanket to cover them, letting their legs tangle through several points of contact as their breathing slows back to rest. Rumi is... gone. Totally spent, she curls into the soft chest next to her without question, draping a hand across Mira's hip to trace soft patterns along her spine. It's official, she fucked up.  

Mira smiles into the embrace, peppering the top of Rumi's hair with gentle kisses as they lie together in the darkness. Two bodies as one; connected. 

'Well, I lost.' huh? Looking up into Mira's wry smile, Rumi is... confused.

'Good job. You officially ruined one night stands for me... baby.' 

Giving a weak chuckle in response, Rumi shakes her head in protest. 'No, I think you ruined me. I don't even know if I'll be able to walk tomorrow... shibal.'

Releasing a soft hum, Mira pulls her close, letting her own hand start to trace down the officer's thigh, lines of gentle comfort in the dark. 'That makes two of us. You just made choreo really exciting for a Tuesday. I hope my partner forgives me.' 

Partner? For a moment, unwelcome little hooks of jealousy start to build in her gut, then she remembers. Huh. Zoey. The other half of the musical duo taking Korea - and the world - by storm. Right. 

'So. What do I owe you? A deal's a deal.' Threading their fingers together under the blanket, Mira looks at her, unreadable again. Rumi thinks for a moment. 'Well, I am out of pocket ten thousand because someone made me sign an NDA and I can't brag to my best friend. That sound fair?' Mira laughs - the sound warm and intoxicating. A sound she would happily drown in. 'Deal. At least you won't be out of pocket.'

Placing a firm kiss on the officer's head, Mira pulls away to sit up and stretch, the absence of warmth immediately noticeable. Retrieving her items from across the room, she yawns as she begins to redress, a stab of loss hitting Rumi with unexpected sharpness as she watches, already resenting the farewell that has to happen. 

Zipping up her jeans, Mira suddenly turns, holding out her phone; a messaging app ready to scan a QR code to add a new contact. 'So. Seeing as you've already signed the NDA... do you want to ruin two night stands for me, as well?' There's a soft pause, the taller woman looking unexpectedly vulnerable in the half light of the dark room. Coming back to life, Rumi fumbles in her nightstand as she searches for her battered Samsung, clicking in with shaking hands as she pulls out her code for Mira to scan. Contact acquired, Mira fires off a request for a return taxi, before stepping between Rumi's legs to pull her up in a deep, hungry kiss. Reluctantly pulling away, she gives her hand a squeeze before heading to the door. 'Send me your schedule. We'll work out a time and I'll come back, yeah?' It's all Rumi can do to nod, leaning over the mattress to fish out an old academy shirt as she follows the tall woman uncertainty to the door. 

'O-okay. Let me know that you're home safe, okay?' Zipping up her thigh-highs, Mira looks over with a soft nod, a tiny smile gracing her classical features as she steadily meets Rumi's eyes. 'Deal. I'll see you soon. Stay safe at work for me, yeah?' And with that, she's gone. The door shuts with a soft click, happy little melody from the e-lock whirring with a soft chime, and she's alone. With a resigned sigh, she fires off a text to Jinu to confirm that she hasn't been harvested, and heads into her bathroom to wash the night away. She suspects it's about to be a long, sleepless night; the play-by-play of everything that has just occurred feeling heavy; as though it might swallow her whole. 

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To be continued...

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The door closes with a soft chime. Cracking her neck, Mira slides off her shoes with a sigh, popping them into an electronic cubby to be whisked away by the pneumatic tubes that go directly to her costume wardrobe.

Walking down a long hallway, she veers to the left, pushing into a bedroom without knocking. At a large desk near a window, a pajama-clad girl bops her head to music as she furiously plays with a rainbow array of sound tracks on a huge screen. Snapping a white, minty bubble she looks intensely focused; surrounded by stacks of notebooks and at least four different kinds of drinking vessel.

Mira collapses onto an unmade bed with a groan, letting her eyes flutter shut as she relaxes into the soft surface below her and lets the music wash through her bones. ‘One sec! I just gotta tweak the bass on this chorus.’

With a fierce look of concentration, the girl in the window plays with the throbbing bass line. Matching it to rapidly drop before a cutting melody begins; the singers in perfect harmony. Hitting the space bar to pause, she spins her chair around and dives onto the bed. One eye open, Mira rolls gracefully to the side; the human missile barely avoiding her as the mattress shakes. 

‘Miraaaaaa! Hi! I missed you! How was your date!?’ Rolling on top of the tall, coral-haired woman, the musician straddles her before leaning in for a fast, searing kiss. Her blue-black hair frames her face in soft waves; with wide, brown eyes that perfectly compliment at least ten million tiny freckles scattered prettily across her nose. Her sleep shorts riding up around her thighs to expose soft, pale skin, she looks almost like a cherub. A very sexy one.

The woman pinned to the mattress sighs. ‘Zoey. I told you. Not a date. Just sex.’ Zoey responds by bursting into excited, disbelieving giggles as she buries her head in Mira’s shoulder, pulling her tight as the taller girl moves her arms to softly frame her from behind. ‘Uh huh. Now, I don’t believe that at all. You neverrrrrrr do a second night. Plus, I saw your iCal notification. You really took our only free weekend this month and gave it to… a stranger? For “just sex?”Really??’

Laying a soft kiss on the shorter girl’s head, Mira simply hums as she thinks. ‘I… I don’t know. I just want to see her again. The sex is incredible, and we’re basically strangers. So in theory, it’s perfect. She’s busy, I’m busy. No strings attached.’

Zoey rolls her eyes. ‘Uh huh. You know how the deal was we can see other people as long as we keep talking? This, is not that. ‘Cuz you put up a good front. But I still don’t believe you. You’re down sooooooo bad! You’re even blushing!’

‘Ugh. Zoeyyyyyyy. You’re such a shit.’ Still a pale pink, the taller girl flips their positions, pinning her companion to the bed. Pushing the smaller girl into the mattress, Mira attempts to silence her with a kiss. Zoey eagerly complies, moaning into the contact and pressing her hips up to grind against the tight, toned body that is currently holding her down. ‘Mmmmmm. If it was that good, then why do you keep putting the moves on me? Surely you’re all sexed out by now. Unless…’ Zoey’s eyes sparkle as she lets out a gasp, ‘…you’re trying to distract me!? Mira. Give me some credit, would y’a.’

Defeated, Mira rolls off to the side, hiding her face in her hands. Zoey, undeterred, cuddles into her shoulder. Placing a soft kiss on her cheek as she settles in. ‘Hey. It’s okay. You just have to let me know. She is really pretty, I get it. Does she like you back?’

Shooting Zoey an affectionate, but dirty look, Mira grazes a hand under her tee shirt, drawing soft patterns on her skin as she thinks. ‘I… don’t know. From her profile she seems kind of… serious? But she’s done nothing but tear my clothes off since the moment we met. Plus, she claimed I was out performed by a pastry. A pastry!?’ Zoey snorts at that one. ‘Ouch. You must have been having an off day. So, this weekend. Are you… trying to woo her? What’s the plan? Is she coming here?’

Mira gives the idol a soft push with her hand. ‘Anio. As if you’d be able to behave yourself. We’re going to the apartment. Lots of options. Lots of room for… activities.’

Zoey just laughs. ‘Uh huh. Okay activities -nim. Figure out where her head’s at and come back to me. This conversation isn’t over. I love you, but you’re really dense sometimes.’

Mira tips her head for a kiss, before softening into the contact as they lie tangled together. Zoey’s weight comforting and familiar. ‘I love you too, butthead. Always.’

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Rumi pushes up a particularly steep hill in Hongdae, following the directions on her phone with a furrowed brow. Usually Naver is great, but she swears she’s been around this block three times already. Dressed in an oversized hood stamped with the academy logo, she shrugs her bag further onto her shoulders before continuing with a frustrated exhale. Mira wouldn’t send her on a wild goose chase… would she?

‘Ya! Chief-nim! Last day on nights, you coming out with us!? Karaoke, beer, clubbing. Chicks. Ya?’ Abby drapes an arm around her shoulders; tousling her hair fondly as Rumi digs through her locker. ‘Can’t, mianhae. Booked out.’ Looking bemused, the tall, muscled officer jostles her shoulders. ‘Aish! You don’t love me any more, is that it? My heart won’t take it, my chief oh my chief.’ Crumpling dramatically onto the ground, Abby reaches for the sky before choking dramatically and falling limp onto the floor; his leg giving a final spasm for effect. Jinu walks over to kick their fallen crew member, grinning as he jabs his boot into Abby’s side. ‘Aigo. You didn’t hear the news. Rumi bagged a girl. A real hottie.’ Rumi groans, pretending to be busy in her locker as she silently curses Jinu out. ‘A girl’ ‘a girl?’ ‘A GIRL!?’ Before she knows it she’s being dragged out into the engine bay, the lads jostling her as Baby fumbles with her phone and they pester her with questions.

‘What colour hair!?’ ‘What colour eyes!?’ ‘Cup size?!’ ‘How tall!?’ It goes on and on, until Baby makes a happy sound as he locates their chat. ‘EHHHH. Naekkeo!? Sounds serious! But no photos? Rumi, why!?’ Thankful she has a password protected hidden folder, she flips Jinu the finger as she struggles from where the lads have her pushed into the side of an appliance for questioning. Mystery pulls out a water bottle, and quirking an eyebrow pops the top and holds it menacingly in her face. ‘Talk. Or I fire.’

‘Ugh, there’s nothing to tell. I…’ she chokes, the man squeezing the bottle and shooting a cold jet of water in her face as he grins. ‘Wrong answer. Details, or you’re going to be soaking wet for all of next call.’ Uncapping the bottle, he holds it over her head, dribbling a tiny amount onto the top of her head in warning.

‘You guys… suck! Jinu! Jinu help me out. You started this.’ Leaning on a wall and looking extremely pleased with himself, the officer in question simply smiles. ‘No can do, chief. I want answers just as much as the rest of ‘em. You’ve been unusually tight lipped on this one. Eh?’

Mystery begins to tip his wrist, Rumi thrashing around as she laughs and the boys hold her steadfastly against the cold metal of the truck. ‘Jinjja! Wait, wait wait wait! I’ll talk.’ Mystery stops. The boys grinning like little kids as they release their hold, as she steps away and rubs the feeling back into her wrists. ‘You’re the worst. All of you. Especially you.’ Grabbing the bottle from Mystery’s hand, she lobs it at Jinu, who giggles as he dives out of the way, water spraying down the wall as the plastic vessel clatters to the floor.

‘Aish. You don’t get a name. Bleached hair, six foot, B cup, brown eyes. Big hands. Happy?’ The boys cheer, jumping up and down as they shake her. ‘AISH! Rumi the player! Tall! Super model!’ Jinu winks at her from across the bay. ‘Not an idol though. She’s working on that one.’ Rolling her eyes, she throws a stray pen at his head. If only he knew the whole story…

Walking past a discreet wooden door in a stone wall, she stops. Doubles back. On a small letterbox to the side, the address is a match to the one blinking on her phone. Punching in the code from her messages, with a click and a whirr the door opens. Pushing through, she enters into a small courtyard - mostly bare and paved over minus a two metre square patch of carefully cut grass. Over the high walls you can see little snatches of skyline, the whole place perfect for a bit of privacy. Maybe it’s an air bnb. Walking a short distance, she reaches a modern front door and raises a hand to knock. Before she can, it opens.

Mira steps out and pulls her in for a soft, eager kiss. Running one hand up her shoulder, the taller girl steals her bag before stepping back with a featherlight kiss to her cheek. ‘Hey. You made it.’

Rumi swallows, feeling stupidly tongue tied in front of the taller girl. In just sweat pants and a tee shirt, she’s not quite barefaced, with soft touches of minimal make up accenting her natural beauty. Her hair is all the way out, hanging loose around her shoulders as it flutters in the breeze. She looks relaxed. She looks… excited to see her.

‘Uh… yeah. Hi.’ Kicking off her shoes, she steps into the entryway. Met with a sparse, Scandinavian style hallway. To her right is an open plan, modern kitchen that overlooks the courtyard from a mirrored, sliding door. Directly in front some beautiful wooden stairs, headed up to the next floor. Down the end of the hall she catches a glimpse of a tiled bathroom. The space is clean, minimalist. Elegant. Weirdly, very Mira.

Pulling her in for a third kiss, Mira motions for her to come upstairs. ‘So. How was your day? You finished work for the week this morning, right?’ Rumi nods, puzzled at how… friendly, the other girl is being. ‘Y-yeah. Pretty mellow. I just slept all day. Did some laundry. Kinda boring, really.’ Pausing as they alight the second floor, Mira turns to her with a soft smile. ‘Babe, you’re a firefighter. I don’t think you could ever be boring.’ Threading their hands together, Mira tugs her past an open door, Rumi catching a glimpse of a small, but clean bedroom. As they reach the second door, Mira slows. And stops.

‘Hey. You ready for me to blow your tiny mind?’ It’s so corny. Rumi giggles, rolling her eyes as she squeezes Mira’s hand. ‘Okay Romeo. Do your worst.’

Releasing her hand, Mira walks behind Rumi and places her hands over her eyes. Nudging her forward, Rumi hears a door open. Stepping through, she realises music is playing softly from a speaker somewhere nearby. There’s a smell of something… sweet.

Mira leans in, lips brushing her ear as a shiver runs down Rumi’s whole body. ‘Are you ready for me, sweetheart?’ Suddenly nervous, Rumi nods. And then gasps, as Mira pulls away her hands.

They’re standing in the entrance to a large, beautiful bedroom. A huge window overlooking the yard below, also with slightly dark, mirrored glass. Someone has gone to the trouble of stringing fairy lights across every wall, and candles flicker softly on the night stands as well as a dresser nearby. Scattered across a colossal, soft looking bed, are dozens of red rose petals. The whole look is striking, the white sheets looking soft and inviting in the flickering, golden candlelight. Breath hitching, Rumi turns to Mira, grinning ear to ear.

‘You, did all this, for me…?’ Throwing the officer’s bag onto a large chair in the corner, Mira moves closer, running her hands teasingly under Rumi’s sweater, grazing her rib cage before pulling her in close with soft palms cupping her hips. Nudging Rumi’s nose with her own, she leans in. ‘Yup. Told you I was gonna knock your socks off.’

Leaning in, she lightly grazes the officer’s lips with her own. Leaning in to tenderly kiss the side of Rumi’s neck, the shorter girl balls her hands into fists and pulls at Mira’s shirt to bring them closer. With a breathy laugh, Mira nips at a pressure point, and the shorter girl rewards her with a gasp as she shudders into the touch. Running soft hands under her shirt, Mira removes her hood and long sleeve in a single movement; casting them on the floor as she hungrily runs her eyes over Rumi’s figure.

Hands resting on her hips, the idol continues to lay heavy, wanting touches with her mouth as she kisses Rumi back into the bed; laying her down slowly in the sheets as she whines and gasps beneath her. Pushing up onto her elbows, Rumi gives a petulant tug at Mira’s own shirt. ‘Off. Fair’s fair.’

Smiling into their next kiss, Mira takes the officer’s hands and places them on her hem. ‘Anything you want… princess.’  Yanking her companion’s shirt off, Rumi places a hand on the back of her neck and pulls Mira in for a deeper kiss; a throaty moan pulled from her as their chests meet - the all consuming sensation of skin-on-skin.

Losing herself in the soft, sensual touch of Mira’s mouth Rumi falls bodily into the current of feeling racing through her. When Mira angles to place a thigh gently between Rumi’s own, both girls release soft, wanting cries: it becoming immediately apparently that the young firefighter is soaking wet. Smiling into a particularly sharp, toothy kiss, Mira ducks down to run a hot, wet trail down Rumi’s torso before yanking down her sweats and underwear in one easy movement. Stripping her own things, she moves to straddle the shorter girl again; crying out when Rumi dares to skim a wandering hand against the wetness of her own core.

‘Rumi… fuck. Babe.’ The shorter girl simply smiles bashfully up from her place in the sheets, her hair lightly mussed and eyes bright with feeling. ‘Uh huh?’ Laughing, Mira pulls the shorter girl to sitting, the officer leaning back on her strong, toned arms as Mira angles downward to palm her soft, full breasts. Rumi cries out as she is overcome with pleasure; Mira tweaking her nipples into hard, pointy nubs of arousal before laying her mouth in for keen, hard sucks while Rumi shudders beneath her. Pulling back, Mira runs a thumb under her chin. Looking into Rumi’s eyes with intent. With desire.

‘Rumi?’

She humms in response. Leaning into Mira’s soft hand as she takes it all in. ‘Can I… take your hair out? Please?’ Rumi’s heart stutters. Pulse quickening as she meets the gaze of the beautiful woman in her lap. (No way in hell.)

‘Y…yeah? Why?’ Pressing a soft, tender kiss between her cheek and the corner of her mouth, Mira simply smiles. ‘Because you might be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And I want to see all of you.’

A blush chasing her skittering heartbeat across her cheeks, Rumi looks down as Mira pushes back to standing. Moving behind the shorter girl to run strong, gentle fingers through her hair. Tugging out her elaborate braid one strand at a time. She releases a soft gasp as waves of soft, lilac hair fall around the officer’s face like water. Curtaining her fine features and bringing out the gold in her eyes.

Kissing her neck, Mira pulls her into an embrace from behind, running wandering hands up her rib cage to cup her breasts and gently squeeze. Rumi falls back into the feeling. Heat racing across her body, a current pooling in her belly to spread between her legs. Still kissing her neck, Mira traces her hand lower. Running long, elegant fingers into Rumi’s slick, soaking folds; the wet, erotic sounds of Rumi’s need almost echoing in the small space as she cries and shivers into the touch.

Still kissing her neck, Mira moves to place a kiss just below her ear. Her voice low growl that makes Rumi shudder. ‘Baby?’

‘Uhhuh?’ Barely coherent, Rumi has given herself fully to this beautiful stranger. Letting each touch pull her further away from the waking world. Shelving the racing pulse and sweaty palms that worsen with every compliment, every look deep into her eyes.

‘I am kinda mad that you think I can be outdone by a croissant.’ Rumi stops. And then laughs, turning to stare Mira down across the bed. ‘What!? You’re still holding onto that? Mira! It was a joke!’

The idol nods, grinning as she trails a hand across Rumi’s thigh. ‘I know… but I still need to defend my honour. And breakfast aside, I do want to get to know you. Intimately.’ Rumi’s breath hitches. (Surely she doesn’t…)

Taking Rumi’s hand to place between her legs, Mira looks in to her eyes and asks a question. ‘…will you touch yourself with me?’ (what.) ‘I…’ a gentle dusting of pink crops over the star’s fine features. ‘…I want to know how to make you feel good. To meet you where you’re at. Please.’

Rumi closes her eyes. It immediately feels too intimate. But she knew that was the game before she’d even knocked on Mira’s front door. ‘Y-yeah. But you too. Okay?’

Still blushing, Mira nods. ‘Please.’ They both lean in, sharing a tentative, slow kiss as Mira turns to meet her more fully; facing each other spread open in the sheets with Mira’s legs draped across hers on either side. Pulling back, Mira meets her in a heady, hungry gaze as she trails a hand down between her own legs. The sound it makes when Mira pushes inside could be enough to make Rumi come there and then. The taller girl starts to release soft, breathy cries as she pushes in and out of her slick, wet heat; Rumi following suite to trace teasing, featherlight circles around her clit before darting away to trace the limits of her throbbing, soft mound. Edging herself as she quivers under Mira’s burning gaze.

Mira watches intently, her eyes shuttering in bliss and yet resolutely focused on the girl across the bed from her; both girls whimpering as they take themselves apart with delicate, familiar touches.

Pushing inside, Rumi uses the edge of her thumb to swipe her clit as her legs begin to shudder. ‘M-Mira? I-I’m close. So close.’ Throwing her head back, the idol nods. ‘God, Rumi… same. Will you come with me? Please.’

It’s all Rumi can do to nod in agreement. Her movements quickening, pushing further inside herself as she adds weight to her strokes and her climax builds. ‘Fuck. Mira . Please.’ The sounds coming out of the idol are maybe the most erotic thing she’s ever heard. They’re both shaking, sweating, teeth gritted in an effort to delay the inevitable. To somehow match their timing. ‘M-Mira. I can’t.. I’m going to…’

‘Let go for me baby. Come with me.’

Shuddering, the two girls cry out as the bed shakes beneath them. Their names intertwined in the quiet night, shoulders shaking as they crest into orgasm with shuddering, pleading cries.

Coming back to earth with a gasp, Mira falls back into the sheets and lazily gestures for Rumi to join her. She happily obliges, falling into the comfort of the idol’s strong chest as a slick, wet hand pulls her close as they let their breathing slow and their bodies fall back into the steady, calm thrum of each other’s touch.

With a nervous laugh, Mira looks up at the ceiling, eyes wide. ‘Wow. Babe. I hope you know how hot that was.’ Embarrassed, Rumi only gives the idol a gentle kiss on the cheek in reply. Running a hand through Rumi’s long, loose hair, Mira makes a happy sound in the back of her throat as they lie together.

‘I… huh. So, lots of teasing is what gets you off?’ Rumi quirks a small grin, looking up at the idol as she replies. ‘Uh huh. And you’re really into penetration, hey?’ Mira laughs, placing a kiss on Rumi’s head. ‘You know it. I did bring the strap back, if you ever felt like giving it a go. Which is very no pressure. Plus, we do have all night.’

For a while they just lie together. Enjoying the company. Floating in the sensation of togetherness. ‘So. What do you like about the fire service?’ Eyes narrowed, Rumi turns to look at the woman next to her. ‘Why?’ Mira simply shrugs. ‘Why not? You seem pretty passionate about it. I don’t know many people whose commute is… running.’ (Okay, fair point.)

Rumi thinks. ‘I guess… I like being useful. I like knowing that something I’m doing is being helpful to the world right here and now. I enjoy the structure. I love my boys. And I need to be strong. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but, I, ah… don’t like to rely on people.’

The taller girl smiles into their embrace. ‘Yeah, I did. You’re a lot of things, but subtle isn’t one of them.’ Rumi has to roll her eyes at that. ‘Yeah yeah yeah. Okay, your turn. How… did you become an idol? Do you even enjoy it, or is it just for the money?’

Mira stills. Rumi’s head on her chest, she listens to the rapid beat of Mira’s heart as the idol takes smaller, shallow breaths. And then exhales. Running a hand down Rumi’s side as she thinks.

‘I… my family hate that I’m a queer. They want me to come home, shut up, and marry someone who can create “viable heirs.” Disgust is layered in every part of her voice as she speaks, quiet and low in the still room. ‘I… didn’t want that. So I made my own way. Auditioned, met Zo. We got pulled pretty quick, which is lucky. Some people only ever get selected for training, and that’s where it ends. But… we made it.’

She lets out a low hum, thoughtful. ‘And… yeah. I do love it. I was always a dancer, and it combines all the things I’m good at. Dancing. Fashion. Art. Music. And, weirdly… I love our fans. They’re always just… so…happy, to be there. Cheering for us every step of the way. It’s kind of intoxicating. To be wanted like that. But also it keeps me humble. Speaking to them one on one, you get reminded that we’re all just people. We’re born, we die. We love, laugh, fuck, eat, sing. Not that different from one and other.’

Rumi feels a lick of heat run up behind her ears. (Oh… so she’s a good person. Fuck.) Mira turns to look at her. ‘You… you have your… mom?’ Ugh. Dangerous waters. Rumi shakes her head. ‘Nuh uh. My aunt. My parents are gone. It’s okay though, I never really knew them. And I have the boys, who are just as much family as Celine.’

Mira watches her. Quiet. Thoughtful. ‘Is she… cool?’ Rumi has to laugh at that, jabbing an elbow into Mira’s rib cage as she grins. ‘Mira! Really!? If you’re trying to be sneaky and ask if she’s a homophobe, the answer is no. I decided pretty early on that I couldn’t be bothered with the closet. I.. ah…’

It feels like something too personal to disclose to a stranger. But, when in Busan… 

‘I want to be chief. I deserve to be chief. For years I’ve watched all these little… men… strut around and make bad calls. Calls that get people hurt. Or killed. And I know I can do better.’ Mira watches her quietly. Her hand stilled across Rumi’s chest.

‘It’s everything I work for. You ask why I run? Because I have to work twice as hard to be seen as half as good. They don’t care if I can make all the lifts and climbs. But they sure as shit will give me the boot the moment I can’t.’

Mira reaches up to cup her cheek. ‘That’s… really brave of you.’ Leaning into the touch, Rumi shakes her head. ‘Not really. I’m just a little too married to my job, is all.’

Now nose to nose, they watch quietly. Waiting. And then Mira surges forward, taking Rumi in a hungry, desperate kiss. Different to before. They thrash around in the sheets, bodies tangled, a little more heat in each touch; more weight. Rumi bites down on Mira’s lip and tastes blood; both girls crying out.

Mira flips her, kissing a hard, heavy trail down her neck before ramming her knee between Rumi’s thighs as she sucks and pulls on a soft patch of skin beneath her collarbone. Rumi moans into the sensation, grinding up into Mira’s leg as she pushes forcefully back into the shorter woman on the bed. The wet sounds of Rumi’s arousal carried across the room by every drive of Mira’s hips; slamming the smaller girl into the bed as they pant and grind in a hot, sweaty tangle.

‘Mir?’

The taller girl stops at the nickname. Eyes blown wide with desire. ‘Please fuck me.’

No further invitation needed, the idol swipes Rumi’s soaked folds to get adequate lubricant before pressing into her core: three fingers buried knuckle deep from jump. Thrusting into the slender girl pinned below as she whimpers and calls out Mira’s name into the cold night.

The hours start to blur together. Their bodies more often intertwined than not, whether fucking or wrapped up in each other as they tentatively talk the night away. Rumi is… alarmed by how easy Mira is to be with. Both from the hot, skilful touch of her tongue, to her dry wit and sharp smile that could cut you into ten million tiny pieces.

Mira has a secret sweet tooth. Forever stealing Zoey’s snacks, she’ll eat anything pink that’s made of sugar. If she wasn’t an idol she’d open a dance school. Give the kids who are out on their own somewhere to land: a pocket of stability in the turbulent expectations of adolescence in Korea. She’s scared of frogs. Hates her birthday. And weirdly…

‘…yeah. I do want kids. Don’t ask why, I know  it sounds crazy. They’re just… cool little creatures. And I think I’d do okay. As a mom. How about you?’ Wrapped in each other’s arms, Rumi sits on Mira’s lap in the massive, leather armchair on the other side of the room. Having spent a very nice ten minutes eating the idol out from the floor as Mira ruined the untreated leather with her dripping arousal.

Rumi sighs as Mira runs a strong hand up her spine, pressing down hard on her shoulders in soothing circles as she thinks. ‘I… yeah. I’m a little scared of solo parenting, but if Celine did it then there’s no reason I can’t, too. Plus, built in babystters with all the boys.’ Mira stills. Looking up with something uncertain in her eyes.

‘Solo? You wouldn’t have… a partner?’

Rumi smiles, looking away for the first time in a while. ‘Don’t get me wrong, if it happens I’d be thrilled. I just… I’m a little, uh, pessimistic about the whole thing. It’s hard enough to find a girl our age to go out on a date with in Seoul. Let alone one I like enough to spend my life with. You know?’

Thoughtful, Mira nods. ‘I get that. Is that why you were so eager to rip off the bandaid and meet that first time?’ Rumi has to laugh at that. ‘I mean… yeah. It’s hard enough to meet anyone out there, so I’ll take what I can get. I think it’s going pretty well, all things considered.’

Mira wraps both hands around her neck and pulls Rumi in for a kiss. ‘Yeah. I think so too.’ Standing, Mira picks up the smaller girl; carrying her into the bathroom as she giggles and screams. Sounds that devolve into breathy moans as she’s placed on a high counter and fucked on the cold marble until she sees stars.

They start to wander. Starting with the second bedroom, Rumi climbing eagerly onto Mira’s face as the taller girl touches herself, spread on the bed below as they race towards twin climaxes with begging, needy touches. Rumi eats Mira out on the kitchen counter. The taller woman smiling into the kiss as she remarks something about it being unsanitary. And then Mira eats her out on the dining table.

Which is why Rumi finds herself pressed into the glass doors overlooking the courtyard as Mira rams her from behind with a different dildo/harness combination, her cunt dripping down her thighs as she keens and begs with each hot, heavy thrust. Hands leaving streaks on the windows as Mira pushes down, hard, pulling Rumi’s hips in close to drive further inside her soaked core. With a yell, her legs begin to shake as she tumbles over the precipice; the orgasm taking her out like a freight train as Mira gently guides her back down to baseline. The taller girl steps in to slide her arms around Rumi’s torso, holding her up as feeling comes back to her legs and Mira peppers her shoulder blades with soft, little kisses. As Rumi comes back enough to lift her head, she looks out the window and lets out a tiny breath of surprise.

‘Oh. It’s. The sun’s coming up. What time is it?’ With a final kiss in the crook of her neck, Mira pulls out with a slick pop, padding over to the kitchen to check the clock on the oven. ‘6:02. We really did go all night. Damn. How… are you feeling?’ Shimmying the harness down her hips, she places it on the counter (Rumi has a quiet laugh about ‘hygiene,’) and pads across the living room to wrap the shorter girl in her arms.

Falling into the embrace, Rumi sighs with contentment. ‘Shockingly… really good. I think we paced ourselves well. Although I know once it catches up I’m gonna feel like hell. You?’ Smiling into the embrace, Mira lays a single, soft kiss onto her brow.

‘Yeah. Same. That was… wow. You’re kind of incredible, did you know that?’ A hot feeling gnawing at her stomach, a feeling that has nothing to do with sex, Rumi just nods as she leans into the touch. Letting her body do the talking for her.

Giving her another kiss, Mira runs a hand under her jaw to draw her gaze. ‘So… shower? Breakfast? Bed? Then do it again?’ Rumi just nods. Nervous about the implication that comes after everything is said and done.

Mira pulls her in for one final, deep kiss. Then, as if she weighs nothing, scoops Rumi up in a bridal carry to haul her back upstairs to the ensuite, as she shrieks and protests. ‘Mira!? No! I’m the firefighter, I’m supposed to be carrying you!’

The idol simply laughs. And then shuts her up with a kiss as she turns on the hot water; pressing Rumi into a wall as she reaches for the soap. They slow it right down. Gently washing each other clean, stopping for tiny, delicate kisses as their hands wander with a different kind of intention. Rumi lets Mira wash her hair. Hands strong and sure as she presses hard circles into her scalp. A feeling Rumi could just drown in. Electric in a different way.

Dragging out some clean clothes from their respective overnight bags, they pad down into the kitchen, Rumi ferreting around for some cups to make some hot drinks while Mira makes her way over to the fridge.

‘I, uh, know we could order takeout, but I thought I’d make you breakfast? If that’s okay?’ Rumi’s heart thuds in her chest as she glances over at the tall, coral haired woman across the kitchen. Dressed simply in sweat pants and a band tee, with her face clear of makeup she looks… vulnerable. Open. Heart stoppingly, achingly beautiful.

Uncertain, Rumi nods. ‘I… yeah. Thank you. It’s not too much trouble?’ Mira just smiles as she grabs out a mixing bowl and a cast iron pan. ‘Nah. I love it. I wasn’t allowed to do anything growing up, so it feels like I’m taking back my freedom every time I pick up a knife. You know?’

Quietly, they busy themselves in their respective tasks. Mira flashing a soft smile when Rumi passes her a hot mug of green tea. Taking eager, exhausted sips of her coffee, she watches the tall girl move about the kitchen with interest.

Even out of the studio, you can tell she’s a dancer. Her long, willowy frame moving with purpose from place to place; a sure rhythm in her hands as she measures and whisks and slices as a meal slowly comes together under her watchful gaze.

Before long, she’s sliding two plates of beautifully golden French toast across the counter. It could have come out of a restaurant; decorated with freshly cut fruits and cream, with a dusting of powdered sugar on top of a luscious purple berry compote. Mira tips her head towards the table. ‘If you chuck those up there with our drinks, come help me with the dishes? I like to tidy up before we eat.’

Quickly and quietly, Rumi grabs a tea towel and helps Mira clear away the remainder of the mess in the kitchen. There honestly isn’t much, Mira is one of those admirable - and irritating - people who clean as they cook.

Falling into their seats at the table, the girls eagerly dig in to their breakfast. Rumi letting lose a low, sensual moan at her first bite; eyes falling shut in bliss as the flavours wash over her tongue.

Mira laughs, shooting her a wink across the table. ‘Hey now. Don’t you dare say my French toast is better than sex. We’ve already played this game with the damn croissants.’

Rumi grins, taking a swig of her coffee before replying. ‘Baby, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I would never.’ The idol simply rolls her eyes, giving Rumi a tiny nudge with her foot under the table.

They continue to eat in silence, suddenly shy, shooting each other the occasional, wandering stare when they think the other isn’t looking. Dishes cleaned away and the kitchen returned to its spotless state, Rumi stretches her arms back in a yawn.

Ruffling the shorter girl’s hair as she passes, Mira makes her way back toward the stairs. ‘C’mon. Bed time. Even if all we can do is nap a little.’ Standing in the ensuite to brush their teeth Rumi is… freaking out a little. Her heart racing, every single sign in her brain is flashing red. DANGER. ALERT. DO NOT PASS GO.

Spitting into the sink, Mira pads across the room and closes the blinds. Rumi hanging back in the doorway, uncertain. ‘Hey, Rums?’

The officer’s head snaps up. Tensing at the casual address. ‘Y-yeah?’ Tentatively, as if she’s afraid Rumi will startle, Mira wanders across the room and steps into her space. Trailing the back of her hand across Rumi’s jaw. Looking pensive.

‘Hey, I know you don’t really do sleepovers. That’s why I picked somewhere with a guest room, so you’d be more comfortable. But… if you wanted… I’d want you to stay with me. Here.’

Uncertain and awkward, the two women stare each other down. Barely daring to breathe. Looking away, Rumi nods. ‘Okay.’

Mira nudges her chin with two fingers, bringing the officer back to meet her gaze. ‘Are you sure? I’d never want to pressure you. ever.’

Rumi responds by leaning up on tiptoes, closing her eyes as she gives Mira a tiny, fragile kiss. ‘Yeah. It’s… I’m sure.’

Turning back to the bed, the idol strips back and drops her clothes on the floor, sliding between soft sheets before shooting Rumi a questioning look across the room. Throwing her clothes on top of Mira’s, Rumi crawls into the bed and nestles into Mira’s arms. Letting their legs tangle, a strong hand grazes her hip bone with light, soothing touches. Little arcs of want skittering across her skin. A different kind of need. A desire felt in every beat of the heart currently doing its best to escape her chest.

Mira places a soft kiss on her head, one hand trailing up her side. Quiet affection in the featherlight touch. Almost against her will, she feels herself soften. Melting into the taller girl as her breath slows. Steadies. Closing her eyes, she gives herself over fully to the sensation and curls into Mira’s chest. Draping a hand over the idol’s hip as she lowers her guard, falling gradually deeper into Mira’s soft, sure embrace. Mira pulls her close. Softening as she slowly succumbs to sleep. The last thing Rumi recalls before dreams take her is the jarring feeling of deja vu. The feeling of coming home.

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To be continued….

Chapter Text

It’s warm. Rumi curls into something soft, a moan pulled from her subconscious to hang in the warm afternoon air. A single ray of sunlight escaping through a gap in the curtains stripes over one eye, the bright light nudging her into wakefulness.

She sighs. Letting the steadfast, safe body behind bracket her as a gentle hand trails small circles on her hip. Someone is resting their head on her shoulder, their breath rustling her hair as their bodies meld together in the gentle glow of mid-afternoon sun. Eyes flashing open, she startles, lunging away from the body entangled with her own.

‘Ooof!’

Groaning, she lies on the floor, awkwardly sprawled and very naked. As she lies there feeling sorry for herself, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, it comes back in waves. Right. The weekend. Sex. (So much sex.) talking. God…. Kids? Really Rumi? Slamming her eyes shut, she is very much wishing she could deliver Rumi from eight hours ago a solid kick. Because there’s a spare room. Of course there’s a spare room. And yet she…

Rule 3) no one spends the night.

‘ Shibal .’ She supposes she can’t be entirely surprised. There’s fucking, and then there’s sex. Specifically, sex with Mira. Who’s soft, warm mouth is ready with kind questions and gentle touches that drag something out of her she thought she’d long since locked away. A heart-stopping tenderness encased in a slow moving, near constant tangle of limbs. Dark eyes wanting, willing to wait for her. Taking her places she shouldn’t dare to dream of.

A soft laugh breaks the silence. ‘Rumi? What… are… you… doing?’ Staring down at her from up on the bed is the object of her… confusion. Backlit by a gentle glow from the window, she looks unfairly dewy and wakeful for someone who’s been up all night. Coral-coloured hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves, she offers Rumi a radiant smile, eyes sparkling, as she observes her down on the floor.

With a sigh, Rumi falls back with a thump, whimpering as her head drops back into the hard floor with more impact than she’d intended. ‘It’s fine. Really. I just… woke up and got a fright. New room. Stranger in my bed. The usual.’

Grinning from above, Mira just shakes her head. ‘Uh huh. Still a stranger, am I? Black-coffee-one-sugar- nim?’ For a moment, they let it hang there. The space between them feeling volatile, and uncertain. Then, Mira leans back, gesturing for Rumi to come over.

‘Well, that doesn’t look very comfortable. Come back to bed? Baby?’ Rumi sighs. She… no. This isn’t a date. It’s just sex. What she should do, is grab the strap from downstairs and fuck Mira until she’s shaking. Rail every thought from her brain; any and all snatches of intimacy lost in the heavy, violent movements of undoing.

Which is why she crawls back to bed and curls into the waiting arms she finds there. Ashamed to feel the hot prick of tears as she hides in Mira’s chest. Running smooth, repetitive patterns over her back, the idol pulls her in with a single kiss to the top of her head.

‘You’re freaking out.’ She responds with a dark, slightly wet chuckle. No shit. She’s always been horrific at keeping feelings and sex separate. It’s why she does things a… certain way. A routine that was ripped from her hands the moment she walked into that bar; her safety net torn to shreds like tissue paper in the wind. It’s not supposed to work like this. Sure, the sex is…. insane. But Mira isn’t supposed to say her name. Or bear down as she watches her tenderly in the sheets. It should be fast. Hot and dirty. Instead, every time their bodies meet it’s like a little piece of herself shatters to dust. 

Unexpectedly, Mira pulls her close and begins to hum. Soft, and deep; a haunting melody that sinks into her bones as they lie there in a growing patch of sun. Rumi lets it take her. Strong, sure hands that ghost across her skin in steady waves as her breathing slows; falling into sync with the body below like twin mechanisms in a particularly complicated piece of clockwork. The tears recede. Shoulders soften. Letting the vibrations emanating from the chest below roll over her in little pockets of calm.

Sensing a change, Mira slows. Pulls back, just a little. ‘Hey. Rums.’ Daring to look up, Rumi is surprised to find eyes watching her with care; dark pools of brown crested with unmistakable worry.

Sighing, Mira leans her head atop the officer’s. ‘Mianhe. I pushed too far. You didn’t want this and I let my… selfish… desires win out. If you’re staying tonight we’ll do separate beds. Or you can go home. 괜찮아.’

It feels like a hit. Someone winding back with their full weight and socking her right between the teeth. The sharp impact of hurt, of betrayal. Spoken like someone who does this often. As if Rumi is just another replaceable body. As though Rumi hasn’t been chasing threads of raw, heady want all through her week in anticipation: butterflies exploding from her ribcage in the moments between.

‘You don’t want me here?’ She sounds like a kid. Like a little, growly bear. One with a thorn in its paw. Eyes narrowing, Mira gives a single shake of her head. ‘What? What do you… how is that what you just pulled from everything I just said?’ With a frustrated sigh, Mira stares up at the ceiling as she weighs her next words. Fingers clutching Rumi’s shoulder flickering a pale white as she grips the girl in her arms.

‘Rumi I… of course I want you here. And I, uh…’ the idol continues to look away as she lays her next request. ‘I don’t want it to end. On Sunday. I was… kind of hoping this could become a regular thing. If you want.’

Something flickers in her chest. The unmissable, sharp glimmer of hope she keeps trying to extinguish finding purchase between her ribs. Stabbing through the soft tissue to root itself to the earth far below.

‘I… maybe. What would that look like?’ This time, Mira meets her gaze. ‘I, uh, I’ve really enjoyed this. All of this , not just the sex. So, maybe… friends? With benefits?’

Rumi looks back. Face carefully wiped clean: unreadable as she weighs her options. It’s… not what she’d hoped for. Rumi supposed that idols aren’t allowed to date. And they are both horrifically busy with work. It’s just…

“You wouldn’t have a… partner?”

A moment. Charged. Static. Mira looking up at her with soft, hurt eyes. Want coursing through her as she cups Rumi’s cheek in one hand, lips fallen open in a question.

It’s a stupid, bad idea. She knows exactly what Jinu would say. She needs to talk about her feelings or walk aw….

‘Yeah. Okay. Friends.’ A pleased, pink flush cresting her cheeks, Mira leans in with sparkling eyes. Brushing up to meet Rumi in a kiss that’s so tender it makes her legs shake. Her plush, hot mouth coasting Rumi’s own with a profound gentleness; Mira surging up to pull every drop of air from her lungs.

Rumi lets herself fall. Too tired to fight it. Too frightened to run away. Moving to straddle the shorter girl in the rumpled sheets, Mira takes her face in both hands and kisses every thought out of her head. And then proceeds to devour her.

Cupping Rumi’s chest Mira makes her way down with slow, painstaking care. Returning to spots she knows will make the girl beneath her shudder; ghosting a trail of desire down Rumi’s neck before dipping to take the peak of her breast in her mouth and suck. Rumi cries out, driving her hips skywards as Mira pulls her apart stitch by stitch. Hands impossibly careful as she drags little lines of pleasure that skitter and fizz across Rumi’s skin; Mira brimming with undisguised want as Rumi keens and shudders beneath her.

Kissing a line of fire up her inner thigh, Mira pauses. Looking up at the woman propped in the bed above her. ‘Pretty girl?’ Rumi looks down. Pupils blown and chest quivering as Mira grazes her knuckles over the place she needs her the most.

‘Watch me?’ (God.) Rumi nods. Eyes widening with arousal as Mira dives into her core; looking up to meet her as she licks a hard, heavy trail the length of Rumi’s slit with her stupid, skilled mouth. The purple haired girl falls. Back into the sheets with a soft gasp; winding her hands into Mira’s long, soft hair as she eats her out with little sounds of pleasure. Nipping and teasing and oh-so-carefully teetering Rumi closer to the edge.

Pushing up to steal a searing, hungry kiss, Rumi moans into the taste of herself as Mira meets her mouth in a slow, indulgent moment of unbridled wanting. Running a hand up Rumi’s abdomen, she requests entry to her mouth. The officer complies, taking the offered digits in a strong, wet suck as her body quivers in anticipation of what will inevitably follow.

With a smirk, Mira draws in to brush their noses together. Eyes sparking with desire as she takes in the trembling girl below. ‘Are you ready? My good girl?’ Rumi only moans in response, eyes shuttering in bliss as Mira pushes inside - knuckle deep - and steals another hot, delicate kiss as she begins to move inside.

‘ God , Rumi. You’re always so ready for me, pretty girl.’ Rumi responds with a cry, fisting the sheets above her head a she falls into the sensation. Adding a third finger, Mira begins to increase the depth of her thrusts; curling her fingers just so as Rumi comes apart in her hands. Gasping, begging; as she trembles with the tidal wave of sensation begging to swell within her.

Adding a fourth finger with a wet pop, Rumi yells. A sound so raw that for a moment, Mira slows, placing a soft kiss on her hip bone as she watches intently from above.

‘M-Mira…’ quirking an eyebrow, the taller girl breaks out in a smirk. Driving into the girl below with skilled, rhythmic pushes as she falls into little pieces. ‘Mira please… I need you. All of you.’

Eyes widening, the idol slows. Extracts herself to loud protests from the girl in the sheets, and rustles around in a bag on the floor. Grinning, she emerges with a small bottle, which she brings back into the bed and cracks open with a pop. ‘It’s gonna be a little cold for a moment, okay pretty girl?’

Stopping to run a devastating, hungry lick up Rumi’s slit as the girl mewls into her touch, Mira pulls back to drench a hand in shining, thick gel. Rumi watches from above. Uncertain. Spreading her pink folds with a skilful hand, Mira returns with two fingers. The officer falling back into the sheets with a shudder and a cry. Two fingers that become three. Become four. Become five.

Rumi is so far gone. She can’t pinpoint what has changed, but she feels filled. Whole. As Mira stretches her out she bucks her hips; the sharp, rippling sensation of fullness racing under her skin as Mira fills her again, and again, and again.

With a wet sound, the feeling doubles. Triples. The idol has stopped. Frozen, clear shock written across her face. ‘Mir? Why’d’ya stop?’ Mira looks over with a shocked, shy smile. Rumi aware of something beginning to pulse within her. The consuming, leg shaking sensation of being stretched to breaking.

‘I, ah… baby... it’s… my fist. You have my whole fist inside of you.’ Rumi snaps her neck up in shock. ‘Wait, what!?’

Looking down the bed, she sees Mira braced in the sheets. One shoulder dropped low to the bed. Her forearm stretched out before it vanishes from sight. Mira flexes her fingers and Rumi buckles. ‘F-fuck. Oh my god. Mira.’

Quirking an eyebrow, the idol looks up at her with raw, undisguised wanting. ‘Can I… keep going?’ Lying back in the sheets, Rumi releases a hysterical giggle, pressing both hands to her face. ‘Babe, if you don’t keep going I may have to kill you.’

She can hear the smile in the idol’s voice. ‘Well then…’ And she pushes further in. Rumi cries out. Not caring who hears, who sees. Lost to the feeling; being fucked harder and deeper than she has ever been before. Mira moves with skill, an artist with a sledgehammer. Cresting Rumi firmly, surely, towards what promises to be a leg-shaking release. Pulling out almost all the way before driving back in; flexing her hand to stretch out the girl beneath her as she touches every part of her. Claims her. Owns her.

‘Rumi?’ The girl only moans. ‘You wanna come for me pretty girl?’ The officer only nods her head, gasping as she is pushed closer and closer to breaking. Mira slows. Something wicked growing in her eye.

‘You belong to me?’ Rumi looks up in shock. Her heart hammering in her chest for a very different reason than the woman filling her completely from below. Leaning in, Mira repeats her question. ‘Do you belong to me? Pretty girl.’

Rumi groans. Shaking her head, as she weakly protests. ‘A-Anni.’ Smug, Mira makes to withdraw her hand. ‘That’s not what I’m looking for. And you know it.’

Reaching down, Rumi snatches for Mira’s wrist as the sensations soften. The feeling of being broken apart being torn away from her in a sensual, consuming flutter as Mira removes her hand.

‘Mira, please. Please, no. Come back.’

Looking very much like the cat who got the cream, Mira shakes her head. ‘Quid pro quo. I need you to do a little something for me first. Now… where were we?’

Without warning she drives back into the shorter girl as she falls back with a raw, throaty cry. Mira pushing and pulling with deep, slow movements that spread across her skin like wildfire.

‘So. Pretty girl. My Rumi. Do you belong to me?’

Shuddering, her whole body beginning to spasm, Rumi gives in. ‘Y-yes. Oh god. Mira. Yes, I belong to you.’ The idol isn’t done.

‘You’re mine? You belong to me, and only me?’

Shaking in the sheets, Rumi cries out as heat and light begin to thread their way through her nervous system. Something is coming. Something big.

‘Y-yes. Mira, please. I’m yours, only yours. Please, baby, I need… fuck.’

It hits her like a thunderbolt. Sweeping her legs from beneath her the orgasm hits; wrenching the air from her lungs and coursing through her body in an awful, wonderful, explosion of colour and light. Mira drives. Pulling sound after sound from the girl below, breaking her apart peice by peice before pulling her back together.

She sees white. Ringing in her ears, Rumi falls back, limp; gasping for air as her body spasms uncontrollably. The idol stays where she is. Admiring her work. Watching the shuddering, beautiful woman lying spread below her; fine features framed by waves of soft, purple hair fanning out around her in the stark white sheets. As Rumi’s breathing settles, she slowly, delicately, extracts herself. Reaches up the bed to lay a gentle kiss on the officer’s mouth. And gets up to leave.

Rumi is falling. It’s suddenly very cold, and very empty. Her body shaking as she lets the unknown take her; an icy shudder breaking out on her skin as she twitches on the bed. Then. A hand.

‘Hey, Rumi. Sit up and drink this for me, okay?’ Mira perches next to her on the bed. Holding out a cup of tea. A cup Rumi gratefully accepts with shaking hands to take tiny, nervous sips from the heavy vessel. Mira grabs a blanket, and then skirting behind the officer she enfolds her in a strong, sure hold. Leaning back on the bedhead and pulling Rumi into her shoulder; wrapping the shorter girl tightly in blankets as she comes back to earth.

For a while, they sit. Rumi letting the feeling come back into her hands and feet. Mira quietly observing.

‘So… yours, huh?’ Blushing, Mira tightens her hold. ‘Um. Sorry. I totally got carried away.’ Rumi takes it in. Relieved. And disappointed. ‘Although…’

Mira tips her head for a gentle, searching kiss. ‘…I can’t tell a lie. The thought of you with anyone else does make me feel a little bit feral.’ Rumi feels a skitter of pleasure chase up her spine. ‘Uh huh. I mean, we do have to lay some boundaries. For all I know you’re seducing half the queer women of Seoul the other six nights a week.’

Mira laughs at that. ‘Okay, that’s fair. I… well. We should both get tested. It’s good to know. Are you… seeing anyone else?’ Rumi grins, shaking her head. ‘Yeah, I can do that. And I thought we already covered this? Do you know how hard it is to find someone willing to take my clothes off in this godforsaken city?’ Quirking a half smile, Mira runs a hand down her side. ‘Now that, I have trouble believing. Princess.’

‘So. You? How many girls am I joining on your roster, super star?’ Rumi’s tone is light, teasing. But something passes through Mira’s eyes. Something that makes her chest clench.

‘I… I do have a long term partner. Just the one. We’re open, and she knows about you. But no one else.’ Everything slows. The words hitting like tiny little knives. Death by a thousand cuts.

‘O-oh. Okay. Well. Is she seeing people? How often does she test?’ The words come out clinical. Cold. Behind her, Mira stiffens. ‘I… she’s not seeing anyone right now. If she was we would both test before I saw you again. And I’d let you know. Is that… okay?’

Little tendrils of jealousy start to snake up Rumi’s sides. Cutting into her skin with razor sharp fangs. All of the soft, gooey feelings of the last sixteen hours are gone. Snatched away in the wind. She feels… hollow. Unsure.

‘Yeah. Although.’ Squeezing her eyes shut, she lets it come out. ‘The thought of you with her makes me feel “a little bit feral.” Sorry.’ Mira simply holds her tight. ‘Y-yeah. I know. If it makes you feel any better, she wants to meet you.’ Rumi hums. Taking it in. Feeling like someone is still slicing her open. One cut at a time.

‘Rumi?’ She turns to look at the woman holding her. She will not cry. Not here. Not now. ‘It… it doesn’t change how I feel. Maybe you don’t believe me, but there’s room for both of you in my life. I’m still yours. Just, also hers.’

Rumi sighs. Taking a sip of tea, she feels cold. ‘I just… what do you want from me? Like, I know I’m attractive.’ Mira lets out a huff of laughter at that. ‘But… you have a girlfriend. And. I don’t know. This doesn’t feel like a hookup. We’re breaking all the rules, and for what? Do you even need me here?’

Mira takes the mug from her hands. Sets it on the nightstand. And then pulls Rumi flush to her with both arms; enfolding her completely.

‘That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. God. Rumi, do you hear yourself? You’re…’ she pauses. Exhales. ‘…I’ve never met anyone like you. From the moment you walked into that bar and gave me hell I knew you were special. Zoey can’t give me the things you do. Because… she’s not you. I… I just want to see you. And keep doing… this.’

Huh. So the mystery girlfriend is Zoey. Unsurprised, Rumi feels the jealousy monster rear its ugly head. Bitter, hateful thoughts directed towards the superstar surging through her mind.

She sighs. This is looking… messy. Somehow, even more than before. Honestly, it might be time to call Jinu to pick her up. Stay a few nights at his apartment, go clubbing in Itaewon. Erase the touch and taste of the woman holding her with traces of someone else.

Mira lets her think. Rubbing firm circles into her back as she holds her close. Faint, nervous sparks passing between the two women as Rumi considers.

‘I… I’ll try. For at least a little. If for no other reason than I need you to do that to me again. But not today, I think I’d expire.’

Mira barks out a laugh. Relief tangible in every sound. ‘O-okay. Okay. Do you wanna put on some clothes and shower? And maybe… play a game?’

Rumi quirks an eyebrow. ‘…sure. I’ll bite.’ Laughing, Mira tugs her into the shower. Somehow her touches even softer, even needier, than the night before. They tumble together, unable to stop trading touches that light Rumi up like the night sky at Seollal. Stumbling downstairs, somehow Mira is in her hoodie and she’s wrapped up in a clean band shirt. It feels… possessive. It feels good.

To her total surprise, Mira pulls out a Nintendo switch, and after battling the TV for dominance breaks out a Kirby adventure. ‘This was always my favourite as a kid. Will you be my player two?’ Cuddled up on a tiny sofa, Rumi lets herself fall into the moment. Trading tiny, teasing touches they battle adorable monsters and trade trash talk. The woman curled up on the sofa next to her slowly becoming less of an unknown. Maybe even… a friend.

Slowly, the sky darkens. Meeting her in an open, wanting kiss, Mira suggests dinner. Which is how Rumi finds herself in the kitchen, clumsily chopping vegetables to size as Mira moves around her with graceful, confident ease. Occasionally leaning over to adjust her grip on the knife, she lays a kiss on her cheek and steals a handful of taro to place in a baking tray; the girls moving together as if this is something they do every night.

Sitting down to eat, Mira knocks her foot against Rumi’s under the table, drawing a soft smile out of the shorter girl as they quietly chatter about nothing in particular. Rumi recounting the boys foolhardy antics the day before. Mira smiling wide in response, drawing out more stories as Rumi fishes out her phone and shares some photos as she recounts a handful of their many misadventures. Mira responds with a snippet of a song they’re yet to release. Rumi’s eyes widen. Even on the tinny phone speaker, it’s good. Really good.

Surprising her, Mira suggests an outing to a nearby CU. A sweet treat after dinner, maybe with a movie. Donning face masks, Mira pulling up the hood of Rumi’s sweater, and they tumble out into the street; giggling like teenagers. Wandering through the maze of back alleys that comprise old Hongdae, Mira reaches down and threads their fingers together. Rumi feels her cheeks heat as the taller girl gives her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

Treats in hand, Mira stares in trepidation at the steep hill standing between them and some well-deserved couch time. Rumi simply hands over her ice cream, and scoops up the tall girl easily, like she weighs nothing. Mira shrieks and protests as Rumi sprints up the hill; feeling almost weightless without the familiar forty kilos of kit that should be weighing her down.

Arriving back at their courtyard, Rumi gently returns Mira to the ground and shoots her a wink. ‘Told you so. Firefighter.’ The pink haired girl just stares. A delicate flush slightly colouring her cheeks. ‘Uh huh. You’re… really fit, aren’t you?’

Feeling smug (take that, Zoey,) Rumi tugs them inside, where they collapse on the couch and open up a streaming service to find something to watch. Mira, predictably, enjoys a mystery. A horror, but suspense, not gore. Some of the darker K dramas. Rumi can work with that. Growing up with… expensive tastes, she’s a foreign film girl. Her weapon of choice the kind of masochistic, artsy film that builds you up before robbing you blind; leaving your entrails on the floor as you stumble out of the theatre: knowing whatever you just witnessed will haunt you for the rest of your days.

They compromise. A French film; Two is a Family. Mira rolls her eyes at the premise, but is immediately snorting into Rumi’s shoulder as Omar Sy power slides down four levels of subway to chase after his forgotten newborn baby. Curled together, they let hands begin to wander. The soft graze of Rumi’s inner thigh met by a gentle crest below Mira’s ribs. Two hearts beating as one. Stumbling through the night both uncertain, and yet deathly sure in the partnership growing between them.

Rumi blinks, and the credits are rolling. Turning to the girl beside her in the dark, she’s shocked to find Mira’s face wet with tears, as she stares at the screen in horror. ‘…what? What do you mean he dies ? Rumi! I thought this was a comedy!?’ Rumi just grins, reaching up to wipe away the idol’s tears with her thumb before laying a gentle kiss on her cheek. ‘Yeah, but think about all of the amazing people his kid now knows. Sure, it’s sad, but she had the best dad of all time. And I think it’s kind of worth it. Enjoying the good moments, even if they can’t last.’

Something catches. Rumi pales a little, Mira turning to look at her with an edge of trepidation. Pulling Rumi in for a tender, searching kiss, Mira traces a hand across her jaw.

‘For what it’s worth. I want this to last.’

And then they’re gone, tumbling in the sheets, moving slow and sure and pushing every second to its limit; more than a little drunk in the feeling of togetherness. Reaching for each other with a little more surety. More daring, as they draw together and create their own harmonies that reverberate through the dark of night.

After the fact, tangled together, Rumi looks up with a soft smile. ‘For what it’s worth… I’d like to stay here tonight. If that’s okay with you?’ Mira pulls her in, dragging her tongue across the entrance of Rumi’s mouth with heavy intention as Rumi makes little happy sounds on contact. ‘Please.’

Sleep comes easier the second time around. Rumi still has so many questions. It still doesn’t feel like friendship. When will she see her again? Does she have to meet Zoey? But those thoughts are all secondary to the soft chest pressed into her back, to the strong thigh slid confidently between her own. The night snatches her away, dragging her down and away into the land of dreams.

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To be continued…

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Rumi.

‘Jinu. I have a fucking problem.’

Her friend looks up from where he lies sprawled on a bench in the locker room, phone held above his head as he watches a replay video from a violent sounding video game. Returning to stare at his phone, he simply smirks in response. ‘진짜? What’s new?’

Rumi groans, flopping onto the bench next to him and putting her head in her hands. ‘아니, Jinu, I mean it. I… ah… it’s a girl. I think… I like her? Or, love her? Maybe ?’

Eyes widening in shock, Jinu proceeds to drop his phone onto his face in shock. ‘진짜!? Rumi!? Why is this the first I’m hearing of this?!’

Sitting up as he rubs a red mark on his forehead, he shoots his friend an unimpressed look. ‘Is this trouble because you’re incapable of talking about your feelings like an adult? Again?’

Rumi simply makes a sound of distress, sliding onto the floor and hiding her head in her hands. ‘Aaaaaah. I… maybe? It’s… complicated.’

Dropping to sit on the floor next to her, Jinu ruffles her hair before draping an arm around her shoulders as she hides. ‘Pfft. It’s only complicated because you make it that way. Surely you can just… tell her. Either way she’s probably already made up her mind whether she’s into you or not. If she’s not, isn’t it better to cut it off before it gets really fresh?’

She sighs. He’s right. She knows that. It’s just…

——

Rumi and Mira bundle some white sheets into a drier, and pushing play Mira offers her a high-five, which she returns. Wandering out of the laundry, Mira gives the kitchen a quick once-over before scooping up her bag from the hall, offering Rumi a hand as they head towards the door.

‘Thank you. This was… really nice. I think I needed something like this.’ Rumi is all smiles, squeezing Mira’s hand as they make their way across the courtyard and back into the world. ‘Yeah. I. Ah. Same. This is the most relaxed I’ve been in ages. So, thank you.’ Mira responds by yanking down her face mask and meeting Rumi in a delicate, heady kiss.

Wandering back towards the train station, the idol cocks her head. ‘So. What are your plans for the rest of the day? Will you be relaxing before your next shift?’ Rumi responds with a groan. ‘아니. I wish. I kinda pushed back my chores for this. So… they’re all still waiting for me. Wish me luck?’

The idol comes to an abrupt stop. ‘Wait. You mean you’re going to spend the rest of your weekend… cleaning? Because you moved things around to see me?’ Rumi nods, pulling a face. ‘That’s about it. No regrets.’ She lays a peck on Mira’s cheek. ‘Just something I’m not looking forward to.’

Mira is quiet the rest of the way back to the main street. Stopping to wait for a busy crosswalk, she smiles as she squeezes Rumi’s hand. ‘Well, it’s a good thing you’re before me on the same train line. Let’s see if we can win you some free time back, yeah?’

Rumi turns to her in shock. ‘Wait, what!? Mira, no. No. it’s fine. You’re crazy busy, please. Go home. What about your girlfriend?’ The taller girl responds by giving her a gentle shoulder check, pulling Rumi across the road before they dip into an escalator down into the subway station.

‘Please. She’s been having the time of her life without me. I bet she hasn’t put on pants in forty hours, and has hit several new records on Animal Crossing. Her exact words were “don’t hurry back.” Plus..’ she shoots Rumi a look ‘…it’s not an equivalent exchange. We have a team of staff to do everything for us back at the tower. I don’t have to lift a finger unless I really want to. So surely, I can do this for you. Yeah?’

Rumi sighs. Before she leads Mira over to a subway gate and they tap through. ‘Fine. I… I’d appreciate the help.’ The taller girl is all smiles. Wrapping Rumi in a firm embrace, she lays a kiss on the top of her head. ‘You’re welcome. What are friends for?’

They move gently into the afternoon. Tumbling into Rumi’s apartment, Mira having already made not one, but two to-do lists on her phone on the ride over. Rumi shows her where the cleaning supplies live, throws on some tunes and they just... fall in. Moving around each other easily, anticipating needs; Mira passing Rumi a cloth without being asked, Rumi lifting a table so Mira can sneak under with the Hoover. Throwing on a final load of laundry, Mira is delighted when ‘Summer’ by BE’O starts to play, sliding in to pull Rumi into a spin; hands soft and eyes warm as she places her hands on Rumi’s shoulders and they dance around the kitchen. Swaying gently with pink cheeks and bright eyes.

Time flies by, and the laundry is dry and ready to be folded and put away. Mira insists on showing Rumi “the best” Korean police drama, and smirks every time Rumi winces as the protagonist gets repeated beatings from her gang in the first episode; covering her eyes when all the initiates have a cage fight to work out which of the newbies will rule supreme. Mira ends up folding most of the clothes as they watch - or, rather, Mira watches and Rumi hides behind splayed fingers. Rumi doesn’t mind, mostly because after the first few jump scares Mira pulls her in between her legs on the floor so she can lay gentle kisses on her head whenever something violent takes place. It probably isn’t, but it feels like a fair trade.

Surrounded by stacks of clean clothes, Mira brings up a delivery app on her phone, appalled by Rumi’s total lack of interest in ordering ‘real groceries.’ Food ordered, clothes away, and apartment maybe the cleanest it’s ever been, Mira stands to leave. Swinging her bag over her shoulder, she reaches for her shoes in the entryway. Rumi leans on the doorframe and watches. Silent with longing, a creeping resentment in the back of her mind when she recalls who Mira is headed home to.

Looking up from the floor, Mira stands and leans in to steal a kiss. ‘So. When can I see you again?’ Rumi pulls back. And grimaces. ‘I… ugh. Maybe soon? But I…’ she sighs. ‘I dance when I’m on day shift. So lining things up might get… complicated.’

Mira pauses. Pulls back, face kept carefully neutral. ‘O-okay? When are you… dancing?’ Rumi makes a face. ‘Kind of… a lot? Gangnam runs Saturday Sunday Wednesday. Hongdae Tuesday Thursday. I don’t usually go to every one unless we have a competition coming up. And even then, I only comp if I have a set dance partner. So it… changes.’

Mira hums as she thinks. Rumi stilled in the doorway as she watches. ‘Hey, Mira?’ The star looks up, unsure. ‘What if you just… came over? Here, let me text you the door code.’

Looking surprised, Mira clicks into her messages and finds a pin waiting. ‘Thanks. But, uh, what if you’re not home?’ Rumi grins. ‘I thought of that. Pass me your phone for a hot second.’ Taking both devices, she fiddles for a few minutes. Making a satisfied sound as she surveys both screens. ‘Here.’

‘Tracking apps. I sent you both schedules - work and dance - so you can know approximately where I am. But if you flick in and see my beacon at home… text me. Or just show up.’

Mira’s eyes widen. Taking it in. Then, she steps back in, laying a soft kiss on the woman in the doorframe before enfolding her in a gentle embrace. ‘I stand by what I said before. You’re amazing. Thank you for trusting me with this.’

Rumi snorts into the embrace. ‘You can thank me by showing up and doing that thing with your tongue, ‘kay? 괜찮아.’

——

‘…I just… I don’t want to lose her. Like sure, it feels like I’m being hit by a tanker whenever she goes home to her girlfriend, but at least I get to see her a little. You know?’

Jinu turns to look at her, suspicious. ‘Her… girlfriend. Rumi…’ Waving her hands as she blushes, Rumi shakes her head. ‘아니 ! It’s not like that. They’re open and her girlfriend knows about me.’

‘ Aish . Well. I take it back, that is complicated. Although…’ Jinu grins. ‘….two cakes? Have you asked her girlfriend if she wants a third?’

‘YA! Jinu!’

Giggling, they wrestle on the floor. With a clatter of heavy boots the boys arrive, and immediately pile in. As they tangle and jostle for dominance, Rumi shelves the feelings about her fucked up love life. Flipping Abby like a wrestler, she crows in celebration for a brief moment before Baby shoulder checks her to the ground.

——

Mira.

Mira stares intently at her phone. Carefully blank-faced, the faintest dusting of pink accompanied by the occasional displeased twitch of her brow.

‘Mir? What’s wrong?’ The pink haired idol sighs. Making a displeased hum when she taps into another video. Zoey pads around the sofa to lean on her shoulders, curious about what is grinding her gears on this particular day. On her phone, two women are dancing. Gliding around on the dance floor, they push and pull in perfect synchronisation; their bodies sliding together like puzzle pieces before they dip back apart and draw away; hands skimming shoulders and hips with teasing, wanting touches. One of the women is short, toned; her dark hair whipping around as she moves in to push against her partner. Spinning her around on the dance floor is a tall, muscular woman. Her hair in a long, lilac braid, she catches her partner’s eyes and her face opens up in a laugh. Their hips rock together as they spin, an ankle catching to bring their bodies flush as they giggle and roll on the dance floor.

Mira makes an annoyed sound in the back of her throat. Tapping out, Zoey sees that she’s on a public profile. @Rrrrumi. Raising an eyebrow, she slaps Mira upside the head with a nearby magazine. ‘Ya! Exactly why are you stalking your situationship… Mira . So she’s a good dancer. So what? I could have told you that from her pictures.’

Mira responds with a glare. ‘Zoey. It’s not… the dancing is fine. It’s just….’ Hanging the phone to Zoey, the shorter girl scrolls down. All the videos are of the same couple. Every dance just as intimate as the last. She watches as the stranger places a hand in the centre of Rumi’s chest, compressing all the way in until their noses brush before dipping back out. Okay. She gets why Mira is pissed.

Flopping into the taller girl’s lap, she looks up and grins. ‘Awww, is someone jealous? Did that feelings talk not go the way you wanted?’ Mira groans. Slipping further down into the couch cushions, pushing both hands into her head. ‘I… I fucked it up. I’m still seeing her but as… friends.’

Zoey sits up. Eyes narrowed. Hands on hips. ‘Mira Choi. Are you telling me that instead of having an upfront, adult discussion with this girl… you side stepped and asked her to be your “friend?”진짜!?’ Mira grins up sheepishly. ‘Hey… I, uh…. OWW!’

Grabbing her magazine and rolling it up into a baton, Zoey begins to hit her girlfriend over the head. Making her disappointment known between each stinging contact.

‘You *thwack* had one job *thwack* and I *thwack* didn’t spend *thwack* all morning decorating *thwack* for you *thwack* to *thwack* chicken *thwack* out!’

‘Okay okay! Mercy! I’m sorry!’ Mira’s phone vibrates. Picking it up, she has a notification. Rumi is on the move. Zoey’s eyes widen. ‘That… is so unhealthy. Mira. Please.’

Raising her hands in defence, the older girl blushes. ‘I know! I know. But… she’s so busy, if I didn’t invite myself over I don’t think I’d see her at all.’

Zoey grins, leaning in to brush her nose against Mira’s. ‘Bullshit. You’re over there several nights a week, I know she’d make time. Plus, what about your real girlfriend? What if I miss you?’

Mira looks up. A trace of hurt in her eyes. ‘…you miss me? God, Zo, I’m sorry, I can tone it down, let me…’ Zoey hits her. Hard. Mira groans, and then lunges for the magazine. Throwing it across the room as Zoey giggles.

‘Nah, I’m just teasing. I know you’ve been making time for both of us, Mirbear.’

Mira hums, casting her mind back on the last few weeks. Honestly? It had been really good. They’d started tentatively. Mira coming over after a day shift, eating dinner together, and then Mira eating Rumi out on the living room floor. Or maybe Rumi strapping Mira in the shower. Or sometimes they just fell into bed, and let their bodies tangle together. The night falling away under soft touches and hushed voices. And then. Mira stays. Pulling the shorter girl close in the darkness, and letting the world keep turning without them. Heading home in the morning to Zoey and making her the idol’s favourite American style pancakes.

And then…

‘Hey. Uh. I found a partner’ Mira stills. Her hand that was tracing lovingly up Rumi’s side flinching in the dark. ‘…what?’ Rumi grins. ‘Miraaaaa! Please, give me some credit. A dance partner. For the Korean Open.’ With a sigh of relief, Mira continues her gentle exploration. ‘Oh. Cool. So… you’re gonna be busy?’ Rumi nods. ‘Yeah. Min Jee is super serious about placement, she just moved back from Singapore. The scene over there is crazy by the sounds of it.’

Mira nods, eyes unseeing. Unease starting to prickle at the back of her neck. ‘So… what happens to us?’ Rumi sighs. Turning to fold herself in to the taller girl’s shoulder. ‘I mean… I’d say Mondays were good, but looking at your schedule I don’t think so.’

Mira hums. Thinks. ‘…it’s Gangnam based, right?’ Rumi looks up. ‘Your weekend classes. They’re nearby, right? What if I… picked you up? Sometimes?’

Rumi considers. Pressing a little tighter into Mira’s chest. ‘We do finish really late. I don’t want to be a bother…’

Mira pulls her in for a kiss. ‘It’s no bother. Babe. I want to see you. Let me make the time’

‘So… you’ve been picking her up? Then why the stalking?’ Mira groans. ‘I don’t trust that bitch. She’s so handsy. I don’t even know if Rumi sees it, she’s too trusting. But every time I go and get her it’s… this woman is all over her. I don’t like it.’

Zoey laughs. ‘Uh huh. You know there’s a solution to this problem.’ Mira glares. Placing a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek, Zoey rolls off the couch and into a stretch as she makes her way to bed. ‘Fine, fine. What do I know about these things? All I’m saying, is that if you ask her out you can stop playing these dumb games and stop making up stories about strangers on the internet…’

Mira sighs. Pushes up into a stretch of her own. And pads down the hallway after her girlfriend. ‘Hey, Zo?’ Pausing at the threshold to her room, Zoey looks back. With a gentle, loving smile, Mira steps into her space and takes her face in both hands for a kiss. Zoey melting into the touch, as Mira skillfully pulls her in for a deep, sensual meeting of mouths.

Eyes shining, Zoey steps back. ‘Wow. You sure you don’t wanna stay…’

Mira ruffles her hair, stealing a quick peck before she turns to go. ‘I love you, Zo. Sweet dreams.’

‘Love ya Mir bear. Talking! Remember your big kid words!’ Rolling her eyes, Mira checks her reflection and heads out. Something nervous beginning to gnaw at her chest.

Heading along the main road, the idol suddenly veers left. Heading into a wide, sweeping alleyway toward the CU. A few hundred meters away she spots some figures outside an entryway to a basement dance studio. Drawing nearer, you can make out two women; engaged in an intense conversation. The shorter woman giggles, running a hand along the taller girl’s arm. The purple-haired woman simply grins, tousling her hair as she gestures in reply.

Walking past, Mira catches Rumi’s eye before dipping into a side street. The stranger doesn’t notice, laying a fond hand on the officer’s shoulder as she leans up to whisper something in her ear that makes the taller girl snort with laughter. After a tight embrace, the two women head off in separate directions. Rumi sighing as she pulls up her hood, heading towards the last place she swears she saw the idol…

Rounding the corner she’s caught by soft, strong hands. Mira gently catches her, and pressing Rumi into a wall yanks down her hood as she meets her in a needy, sensual kiss. Looking up at the idol, Rumi’s eyes sparkle in the dark. ‘Mir… hi. I wasn’t expecting you tonight.’ Mira responds by surging in to steal another kiss, driving her knee between Rumi’s legs and hungrily drawing a sharp moan from the girl as she continues to take her with her mouth.

Running a hand under her shirt, Mira palms the soft flesh of her chest, running a teasing, trailing hand across Rumi’s nipple as she shudders and gasps beneath her. ‘Mir… babe… not that I’m not enjoying this, but I’m so gross and sweaty right now. Can we head home for a shower?’

Pulling back, Mira runs a gentle hand beneath Rumi’s chin. Watching quietly as she takes it in. ‘Y-yeah. Of course. I just missed you, is all.’ Flushing pink, Rumi is all smiles. ‘Yeah. I missed you too. Shall we?’

Linking their hands, Mira pulls them into a taxi. And then back out into the night as Rumi drags her into the elevator to pepper her with kisses, before they reach their landing and Mira punches in a four digit pin she has memorized as Rumi watches in quiet delight. Shoes off, Mira steals a gentle kiss before giving the shorter girl a nudge towards the bathroom. ‘Go shower. I’ll get dinner started.’

Rumi rolls her eyes, laying a quick peck to Mira’s cheek before she vanishes. ‘Okay, bossy.’

Retrieving Rumi’s speaker from on top of the fridge, Mira steals an apron and gets to work. Quietly humming along as she chops vegetables and fries chicken, the rice cooker making a happy click as it completes its job for the night.

By the time Rumi emerges from the shower, wearing only a tee shirt and some briefs and looking devastatingly gorgeous, Mira has set the table for two and returned everything to how it was before. Pulling out Rumi’s chair, she steals a kiss before joining her at the table. ‘There are leftovers, so I packed them up as boxed lunches for you to take to work. They’re in the fridge.’

Rumi just smiles. ‘Thanks. Mira. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.’

They dig in to the fried chicken rice bowls - heaped with colourful salad in a small attempt by Mira to get some nutrients into Rumi. As they finish their dinner, Mira asks gentle questions about her day. Decisively avoiding any mention of the dance class, or the upcoming competition. Rumi fires back, so she shares little details about her own. Sweaty hours in a recording booth, a photo shoot, a boring meeting. The time she’d spent railing Zoey into a mirror in the dance studio purposefully omitted.

Food demolished, Rumi slides in to steal Mira's empty plate with a kiss. Moving across to the kitchen with a wink to plunge their dirty plates into a bubble filed sink. Mira watches from across the room, one head in her hand as she shamelessly checks out the half-dressed woman in the kitchen. The moment the dishes hit the drying rack she pounces. Scooping Rumi into her arms as she giggles and screams with protest before carrying her back into the bedroom.

Mira presses her back into the bed with a full-mouthed, hungry kiss as Rumi moans into the contact. Stripping Rumi of her shirt, Mira chases across her chest with heady, purposeful touches; taking a nipple in her mouth with a soft pull that makes Rumi buck her hips and cries out.

Sliding a hand into Rumi's shorts, Mira smirks into the fire fighter's shoulder as her fingers meet the officer’s wet, wanting heat; Rumi shuddering as Mira drags her knuckles over her dripping, throbbing folds. ‘Mira… please .’ Moving up to graze Rumi’s lips, Mira smiles into the contact before pulling back. Rumi watching her with wide eyes. 

‘Anything else you want to tell me? Baby?’ Rumi whines, throwing her head back as she shakes. ‘Mira… please… I’m yours. Baby, I’m yours, please just…’ Mira surges in to take her mouth, deftly plunging two fingers into Rumi’s soaked entrance as she moans into the kiss.

Rumi falls back. Crashing into the bed as Mira crawls on top of her, thrusting into Rumi’s hot core as she shudders and keens beneath her. Adding a third finger she smirks at the sounds that escape the purple haired girl spread below, as Rumi fists the sheets above and whimpers.

‘You sure are, pretty girl. You’re mine and I’m yours. No one will ever make you feel this good. Just me.’

Rumi moans in agreement, Mira sliding in a fourth finger and pressing down hard as the bed begins to shake with each stoke. Reaching down, Rumi slides a hand into her shorts to circle her clit; fingers clashing with the idol’s as she steals hot slick from her drenched hand. ‘Mir… please… I’m so close..’

Mira pushes. Surging forward with hot, heavy stokes as she drives into the shaking girl beneath; watching with wide eyes as Rumi pants and sobs in the sheets as she approaches climax. Something warm starts to build in her chest, a faint cropping of pink dusting her cheeks as she bites her lip and watches the purple haired girl begin to come undone. Rumi blinks up at her as she begins to tense, searching for Mira’s eyes in the darkness.

Gasping, she chokes out a name. ‘M-Mira.’ And then she’s gone. Eyes wide, stunned, a universe imploding in her shaking gaze before her eyes shutter in bliss; her body falling back limp and relaxed into the sheets as the idol gently brings her down to earth.

Extracting her hand, Mira reaches up to cup Rumi’s cheek. Letting her breathing slow as she watches tenderly; thoughtful. Rumi pushes into the touch, smiling into the contact through closed eyes. Mira’s heart skips a beat. (She’s so beautiful.) Falling into the sheets with a soft thud, the idol pulls Rumi to her, laying a hand to rest on her hip as Rumi presses into her shirt with a happy sigh.

‘Rumi, I… ‘ the purple haired girl opens her eyes. Mira swallows. The confession dying on her tongue, swallowed back by an anxious tick in her chest. The firefighter just smiles back, reaching up to lay a soft kiss under the idol’s chin as she reaches for the hem of her shirt. Taking her hands, Mira simply shakes her head. ‘I’m… I’m okay. I have everything I need.’

Rumi blinks. And then presses a soft kiss to Mira’s cheek, running her hands under the idol’s shirt and pressing in close. ‘Yeah. Same.’ For a while, they let time pass. The small hours of the morning carrying them away; stealing seconds of quiet touches and shy eyes meeting in the gloom as they inch towards the dawn.

Eventually, it becomes apparent that they can’t outrun sleep forever. Brushing their teeth, Rumi yawns into Mira’s shoulder before they throw their nightwear into a waiting laundry basket and tangle naked into the sheets. Mira drinking in every moment. Knowing that with the light of day comes a question. Something she’d rather not answer.

—-

To be continued…

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Hot stuff 🔥 2:37pm
Hey, not today. I’ll let you know when we can reschedule. Sorry.

Mira stands in the kitchen. A cup of steaming tea clasped in both hands, she looks out over the city. Brow furrowed as she thinks.

Looking over at her phone on the marble counter, it remains stubbornly silent. ‘Hey, Zo?’ The shorter star looks up from her sprawl on the sofa. Beauty mask on, she holds her phone in both hands as it plays a compilation of vines about the ocean. ‘Mmm? Wassap?’

Mira sighs. Clasping her mug in both hands as she thinks. ‘I… something’s wrong.’ Putting her phone on a table, Zoey clears the sofa and pads across the room to her girlfriend, her face mirroring the concern Mira feels building in her chest.

‘What do you mean? With… Rumi?’ The tall girl nods. ‘I just… it feels off. Feels bad. Like something’s about to happen.’ Hopping up on the counter, Zoey dangles her legs as she swipes Mira’s mug and takes a sip.

‘I mean… you were going to see her, right?’ Mira nods. ‘And then she told you not to come?’

Mira nods again. ‘It was just… weird. And I don’t want to overstep, but what if I’m right?’

Zoey rolls her eyes. ‘Go get your girl, Romeo. If you’re wrong, the worst that will happen is she’ll be mad for a little bit. But if you’re right…’

Mira leans in to steal a kiss, grabbing her phone and turning to the door. ‘Thanks. Love you Zo. I’ll text you as soon as I know what’s happening.’

Donning a dark hood, Mira ducks into the night. Flagging a taxi, they speed across the bridges towards some distant apart danji cresting a green hill; the large, rectangular buildings looking a little like teeth in the darkness. Or maybe tombstones.

Thanking the driver, Mira takes the stairs two at a time. Heart pounding in her chest. Reaching Rumi’s floor, she pushes the buzzer.

‘Rumi?’

Giving it a few minutes, she slides down to squat just above the floor. Maybe she’s in the shower. The seconds turn into minutes. Nothing stirs. Standing, she knocks. Loud. Decisive. The sound echoing in the narrow corridor. Not a sound. Sighing, knowing this is the kind of thing that tends to go horribly wrong, she punches in a code. And with a soft click, the door unlocks.

It’s… dark. The bathroom light streaming through a half open door, a uniform scattered across the living room. One boot lies on the kitchen floor. The other is next to the TV, a black scuff high on the wall from impact.

‘Rumi?’

Heart in her throat, Mira slowly makes her way through the rooms. There’s no sign of life. The bed still made, the shower clean and untouched. The officer’s toothbrush is dry and ready to be used in its holder next to the sink.

She’s not here. With the sick feeling of guilt pricking her stomach, Mira turns to leave. And then pauses. Very softly, so quiet you’d think you were imagining things, is music. Hard, heavy punk leaking in from somewhere nearby. Padding tentatively across the room she stops and listens. Barely daring to breathe.

Doubling back, Mira notices the linen cupboard is very slightly ajar. The tiniest crack; closed enough that you wouldn’t notice unless you were looking. Gently, she approaches. Opens the door. And releases a sharp exhale in surprise.

Huddled into a corner is Rumi. Stripped down to her fire shirt and boxers, arms wrapped tight around her legs as she makes herself as small as possible. Wearing over-the-ear, noise cancelling headphones, her shoulders shudder with silent tears as she hides away. Looking unnaturally small. Vulnerable.

Crouching down, Mira reaches out. ‘Rumi? Hey. Rumi.’ The girl on the floor startles. Snapping her head around to shoot daggers at the intruder, ripping off her headphones as she bares her teeth and spits. Words dripping with venom.

‘What are you doing here. Go. Away.’

Mira pales. Great. She is mad. Seething. But the taller girl doesn’t make to move. Scooting in to sit next to Rumi, pushing some boxes out of the way, she shuts the door. Cloaking the pair in darkness in the small space.

‘No. I won’t go. Not now. Not ever.’

Joining the girl on the floor, Mira replaces her headphones and presses a gentle kiss on her cheek in the darkness. Then, sitting back in her own corner, she pulls out her phone. Turning the screen brightness all the way down, she opens an article and begins to read. In the half light of the tiny screen, Rumi glares for a moment longer. Before returning to her collapse. Trembling in the darkness as something takes her away. Mira lets it happen. Their only point of contact a gentle nudge where Mira touches one of Rumi’s socked feet with her own.

Hours pass. Slowly, the shaking stops. The shorter girl’s breath beginning to slow, and settle. Mira simply stays. Observing. There. As unobtrusive as she can manage.

With a shuddering exhale, Rumi looks up. Kicking the door open as she removes her headphones. Looking up through tears-streaked cheeks, her voice shakes. ‘Why?’

Initially, Mira doesn’t respond. Just watches. Unsure. ‘Rumi. Will you let me touch you?’

For a moment, the other girl just stares. Blinking up through red-rimmed eyes, shoulders unnaturally still as she holds her breath. With a small cry, Rumi throws herself at Mira. Heaving, desperate sobs escaping as she lets Mira pull her close, pressing into her chest as the idol runs hard, heavy circles on her back and pulls her near. She cries for longer than Mira thought was possible. Her throat raw and rasping from the sheer volume of tears. Honestly, Mira is surprised she doesn’t throw up.

It ebbs and flows. Sometimes it looks almost over, and then with a soft scream Rumi bursts into a fresh set of tears. Checking the time with a spare hand, Mira makes up her mind. Standing, she picks up the shorter girl and carries her to the bathroom. Letting her sob into her chest. Placing her on the shower floor, she ducks into the bedroom, quickly fishing out some clean, warm clothes.

Stripping them both down, Mira gently rubs some feeling back into the girl on the floor. Her tears starting to slow, little hiccoughs escaping as she stares at the ground, eyed red-rimmed and unseeing. Placing a kiss on her head, Mira runs a gentle hand beneath her jaw. ‘Hey, babe? Do you think you can get up? I’ve got some things for you to change into, and it’ll be a whole lot smoother if you’re able to help out.’

With the world’s tiniest nod, Rumi lets Mira haul her to standing, the girls quickly drying and changing into soft, clean loungewear. Looking lost at sea, Rumi lets Mira pull her into the bedroom. Ripping the covers off the bed so she can tuck her in, Rumi simply letting it happen with a blank, cold stare.

Returning to the kitchen, Mira opens the fridge and sighs. ‘For gods sake, Rums.’ There really isn’t much there. Rumi wasn’t kidding when she said she wasn’t a cook - it looks like she subsists wholly on smoothies and chocolate milk. With a sigh, Mira goes into a neighbouring cupboard to look for ideas. Catching sight of some honey, she smiles. (Perfect.)

A few minutes later, carrying a mint-green mug of milk-and-honey with a sprinkle of cinnamon, she pads back into the bedroom. Rumi still where she left her, staring up at the ceiling in silence. Placing the cup on the nightstand, Mira shuffles in next to her. Tapping Rumi on the shoulder. ‘Hey. Time to sit up, okay? We’ve got to replace a lot of fluids.’

With a wet chuckle, Rumi rolls her eyes. ‘I, uh, don’t think that’s how it works. Thanks.’ With an exasperated sigh, Mira hands over the mug. Rumi takes it gratefully, taking tiny sips as some colour returns to her cheeks.

‘Why are you here?’

The idol turns to look at the girl next to her in bed. No longer angry, just… hurt. ‘I know. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I… I was worried. So I came anyway. You’re allowed to be angry with me.’

Rumi shakes her head. ‘I was. But you’re here now. So. Uh. Thanks.’ Feeling emboldened, Mira reaches out to drape an arm around the firefighter’s shoulders. Rumi responds by melting into the touch; sinking all her body weight into the taller girl with a tired, resigned sigh.

‘Rumi?’

The shorter girl looks up. Nervous. ‘What… happened? You don’t have to tell me. But I’d like it if you did. I want to help.’

The air stills. One brown eyed girl starting carefully at another. Rumi flops back into the embrace. Resigned. ‘Sure. It’s really dumb though.’ Mira simply hums, running her spare hand up Rumi’s thigh under the blanket.

‘I… I’m mostly fine. But I used to be really sick. And sometimes I just couldn’t get out of bed. Everything was too much. And for someone from our family it… I… there are no breaks for a Kim. I was student council representative, valedictorian. The it girl of the moment. But I was drowning. Doing anything and everything to keep up appearances. And then one day… I hit breaking point.’

A soft, light rain falls on the rooftop courtyard at Yongsan High School. The concrete slick and lethally slippery beneath her stockinged feet. Seventeen year old Rumi pads over to the balustrade. Hopping up easily onto the wide, concrete ledge she surveys the world below with a passionless, resigned gaze. Water running down her neck, bangs sticking to her forehead in an uncomfortable, sticky sweat. She sighs. Steeling herself. Raises a foot out over the expansive drop below. And then…

Her legs are whipped out from under her. She tumbles off the ledge, landing squarely in a strong, muscled pair of arms. ‘Aigo! Princess-ssi. Where are your slippers? Don’t you know socks are against the school rules?’ Looking down at her with a handsome, cocky smile is one of the boys from D class. She thinks his name is Jinu.

Rumi spits is his face. ‘Put me down, asshole. And then go home. This is none of your business.’ He laughs. This peice of shit delinquent has the audacity to not only interrupt her perfect, photo finish but to mock her. ‘Aigo. You know I can’t do that, princess. Why are you even up here, golden girl? Don’t you live a charmed life?’ Rumi seethes. ‘You know nothing about me, asshole. Put me down, Now.’

‘Okay.’ He drops her to the ground with a thud. She’s lucky she didn’t break a wrist on impact. ‘Jinu! What the hell! Oww!’ Offering a hand, he pulls her to standing. ‘That is for scaring the absolute shit out of me. You wouldn’t believe how fast I had to move to get here in time. Tell you what. I’ll cut you a deal.’

Scowling, she raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. ‘Oh yeah? What incentive do I have to make any kind of deal with a loser like you?’ As though they’re two friends meeting at a park, and not two strangers at an attempted suicide, he just laughs at her. Jostling her shoulder merrily. ‘Aigo! That’s the princess I came here to see! To be honest, you don’t. But I know you, and I know you hate to lose. Remember gym class, last week? You thrashed everyone at that obstacle course. Even the boys.’

She watches him in stony silence. Waiting. ‘Aish. Tough crowd. Tell you what. Join the academy with me. If you beat me - grades, exams, conduct - we can come back here and I’ll even push you myself. Make it look like an accident.’ She snorts. ‘And if I lose?’

He grins. ‘If you lose you have to get onto the same truck as me. Seoul Fire Department. They only take 10% of total academy graduates, and I know we’ll both make the cut. I need someone to watch my back, and you’re it.’

She watches him. Disbelieving. ‘Fine. When are tryouts?’ ‘End of the summer. Give me your details after we dry off, it’s freezing out here!’

‘So. I ended up kicking his ass at academy. But… I wasn’t eligible for top spot because of conduct.’

Mira raises an eyebrow at that. ‘You? Failing on conduct? Now this I have to hear.’

Rumi laughs, embarrassed. Coming back to herself. ‘It… ah… one of the boys got into trouble. I disobeyed the instructor and got him out. Even though he could have died, they were furious I went against orders and wrote me up for insubordination. A black mark I’ll carry for the rest of my career.’

Mira rolls her eyes. ‘Assholes.’ Clutching her mug, Rumi’s cheeks flush a soft, pleased pink.

‘Y-yeah. They can be. But, yeah. I never would have survived academy without addressing my… illness. And I never would have made it though that without the academy. So it all fell together.’

Taking a hand, Mira shoots her a thoughtful look. ‘So… what’s... this?’

Rumi sighs. Turning to hide in Mira’s shoulder, she puts her cup down and closes her eyes. ‘I…ugh. Things are pretty good. I get though. But sometimes it.. it hits me. I don’t know. But the despair just… pulls me down. Consumes me. I call them ‘write off’ days. Because I know I can’t get anything done. Which is why I cancelled. When it’s this bad it’s all I can do to survive. 미안해.’

Mira pulls her close. Adding some extra weight into her hold. ‘Okay. So, tomorrow you’re…?’

Rumi shakes her head, a tear escaping to streak down her cheek. ‘I… I hate this. I feel so useless. But I can’t put people in danger because my stupid head won’t play ball. Jinu’s found cover for me, officially I’m off sick.’ Mira takes it in. Rumi continuing to cry into her shoulder. Eyes slammed shut as the tears return, hot and heavy.

For a while they sit. Mira rubbing comforting circles into her back. Then, she remembers. Reaching for her phone, she fires off a few quick messages to Zoey. A reply shoots through. Then, several more. Her phone vibrating in her hand like it’s been possessed like a swarm of bees. Returning it to her pocket, Mira places a kiss on Rumi’s head and rolls out of bed.

Moving over to the wardrobe, she rustles around, dragging out a black gym bag and a selection of comfortable clothes. Slipping into the living room she rescues Rumi’s uniform from where it lies scattered on the floor. Boots. Toothbrush. Work bag. Firing off a request for a taxi, she moves back into the bedroom. Rumi looking up at her with an expression of utter perplexity. ‘Okay hot stuff. Up n’ at ‘em. Our ride is waiting downstairs.’

Rumi lets herself be coaxed out of bed and into the hall, sliding on a pair of canvas shoes and following Mira towards the elevator. ‘Uh. Where are we going?’

Mira reaches over to give her a soft, sure kiss before reaching down to take her hand. ‘My place. I’d rather keep an eye on you. So. You’re welcome.’

As the taxi races through the dark streets, Rumi is a bundle of nerves. So. She was rescued (?) from a nervous breakdown by the woman she’s secretly in love with. Cool. Being taken to her house for the first time not because they’ve reached a sexy new level of trust… but because she thinks she needs a babysitter. Cool. To meet her girlfriend - who is not only rich and famous and talented and ridiculously pretty - but notably has not spent the last four hours having a nervous breakdown. What could go wrong?

Mira takes her inside via a service elevator, and Rumi tries not to be offended. But, she is. Anxiety gnawing a hole in her stomach as they draw closer to what she assumes is a stupid sized, luxury penthouse to rival her childhood home. The whole time - still carrying both her bags - Mira doesn’t let go of her hand. Holding her tight in a soft, sure hold, she squeezes her hand comfortingly as the doors open to the penthouse. Pushing their way in through a massive, onyx front door, Rumi tries not to gasp.

It is… huge. Someone clearly has a thing for Kim-Possible style super villain lairs, because along with the floor-to-ceiling windows and black-tiled floors that have been polished to a mirrored sheen, someone has gone all out with very expensive - and very funky - 80’s style furnishings. Across the other side of the massive space she can see an enormous white sofa the size of her whole apartment. Lining the walls are hundreds of golden records - proof in the boot-quaking success of the pair of young musicians. Mira shows her where to drop her shoes (‘it’s, uh, automated. I’ll help you get them out,’) and then leads her into the open plan living space looking over the super city.

Dropping Rumi’s bags by a massive kitchen island, Mira calls out into the cavernous room. ‘Zo? You awake?’ A slight girl appears, her head popping up over the edge of the sofa like a meerkat. Rumi can’t help it. She laughs.

‘Mirbear! You’re back!!’

Leaping over the sofa, the tiny girl races across the room to lunge for Mira in a full-body tackle. Dropping Rumi’s hand at last, Mira simply opens her arms, a gentle expression crossing her features as she catches the tiny demon with both arms, pulling her close before they meet in a passionate kiss. Rumi thinks her heart might stop. Strangely, joining the pit of jealously in her stomach is… something else.  A familiar heat pooling between her legs.

They break apart, and the stranger approaches. Familiar, and yet someone she’s never actually laid eyes on in the flesh.  (Rumi curses a little. She’s… unfairly pretty.)

Smiling up from under an array of adorable freckles, Zoey looks at her with wide, friendly eyes; her blue black hair falling in soft waves around her heart shaped face. Racing towards Rumi, she envelops her in a soft, warm embrace. Dressed in only some purple pajama shorts and a matching tee shirt, she folds herself into Rumi like she belongs there.

‘OMG Hi! You must be Rumi! I’m soooooooo excited to meet you! Did you know you’re like, really pretty!?’ Rumi vaguely nods through the excited chatter as she wraps an arm around the shorter girl. Not all there. Because pushed right into her chest are a pair of generously proportioned, soft, round breasts. She’s pretty sure she can feel Zoey’s nipples though the thin material of her t-shirt. Searching for Mira in a panic, she catches her eyes, alarmed to see Mira is watching with a shit eating grin stretched from ear to ear. Aware of exactly why Rumi is suddenly so flustered.

‘Babe. You’re gonna break her. Let go.’ With a pout, Zoey springs back, but not before laying a soft kiss on Rumi’s cheek.

‘Mir said it’s been a rough day. I am the queen of rough days. Follow me!’ Before she can so much as blink Rumi is being dragged down a long, sparkly corridor and into a room off to the side.

Her eyes hurt. That’s her first thought as she takes it all in. The whole place is an explosion of colour - the bright orange walls clashing horribly with some lime green and turquoise bed sheets. All over the walls, held up with pins and thumb tacks and even a few darts, are photos and drawings. Photo strips, holiday mementos. In the corner a huge Mac is drowning on a desk that is jam packed with notebooks and stationary; dotted with at least a dozen empty cups and glasses and cans.

But what makes her smile are the turtles. There must - literally - be hundreds of them. Of all sizes, mostly in greens but also other colours and patterns, the whole room is exploding with an array of squishy little friends. Some empty shelves line a wall next to what looks like a walk in wardrobe - that must be their designated home. Having known Zoey for all of three minutes, Rumi very much doubts that the stuffed animals ever leave the floor.

Turning to Zoey, she finds a small smile sneaking onto her face. ‘So… I’m guessing you like turtles?’

The idol grins. ‘I LOVE turtles! They’re like, my own personal Dokkaebi!

Popping her head around the corner to check in, Mira’s voice is laced with sarcasm as she takes it all in.

‘Don’t get her started, you’ll be here all night. Zo, be a good host. I need a shower. Rumi.’ She pauses. Something unreadable passing over her face. ‘I’m putting your stuff in my room. Don’t kill Zoey while I’m gone.’ Rumi responds with a small chuckle, blinking away the tears that threaten to reappear.

The moment Mira vanishes, Zoey stalks over and gives her a firm, two handed push onto the bed. ‘Okay! Lemme grab Junkook, then your job is to get comfy and my job is to get supplies.'

Digging around in a pile of discarded sweaters near her desk, with a cry of delight the idol emerges: a bright green turtle pillow clasped in both hands. ‘I found him! Why are you still sitting there? Get comfy, jeeze!’ Rumi shuffles up the bed, where Zoey pushes the soft friend into her arms and gives her a pat on the head. ‘Okay! And, uhhhhh, tissues, tissues…’ digging around in her night stand, she locates a battered box of tissues, and with a wink and some finger guns she races out into the hall. ‘Don’t go anywhere, ‘Kay!’

Rumi flops back into the pillows. Her chest giving a tiny shudder as more tears threaten to emerge. Clinging tight to Junkook the turtle, she pushes them down and away. Eyes scanning the room for a distraction. For the first time, it hits her. The ink drawings on the wall aren’t just random little pictures. But instead, are hundreds of concepts for individual tattoos. Standing up, she inches over to examine a section of elegant looking hyacinths. Each one ornamented with a tiny, hidden dragon and surrounded by delicate stars.

The door is thrown open with a bang, and Rumi jumps about a foot in the air. ‘I’m baaaaaa…Rumi!? You’re supposed to be resting! Sit your ass down!’ Threading her way through the chaos, Zoey places two steaming mugs on her dresser, before reaching around to get the lights. Rumi can’t help it, she gasps. In the darkness Zoey’s room is glowing - with hundreds of tiny stars dotted across the ceiling to shine down with gentle, green light. Along the walls hang fairy lights, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. Very… familiar looking fairy lights.

Crawling back into the bed, Rumi shoots Zoey a questioning glance. ‘…are those…?’ The idol just grins.

‘If you’re asking if my dab little hands helped you get laid a few weeks ago… the answer is hell yes they did! Did you like it!? The roses were my idea. I think they tied the whole look together very nicely.’

Rumi is fucking baffled. ‘Uh. You’re being weirdly nice considering I’m… uh….’

Handing her a mug, Zoey snorts as she bounces into the bed beside her. ‘Fucking my girlfriend? Yeah, I know.’

Looking down, Rumi sees that Zoey has made them each a hot chocolate. Topped with whip cream and millions of rainbow sprinkles, they look and smell amazing. Rumi just stares at the shorter girl wiggling into the bed next to her. Zoey takes a deep sip of her drink and sighs happily, running an arm across her mouth to get any stray smudges of whip cream.

‘It’s not poisoned, you know. You need sugar, and I’m not above force feeding you. Go on - kaja.’ With a soft smile, Rumi takes a sip. It’s delicious. Her eyes widen as she catches notes of vanilla along with the deep, rich cocoa. Damn. Zoey smirks as she watches over the top of her own cup. ‘Good, right? But you got a lil’ sum’ over… here.’ Licking her thumb, the shorter girl reaches over to swipe the side of Rumi’s mouth, before sliding the digit back into her own mouth for a long, sensual pull. Rumi flushes bright red. (Did she just… flirt with her? Or was this some sick kind of power play?)

God, she’s too tired for this. A kernel of panic starts to grow in her chest. A feeling that slowly spreads, her hands beginning to shake. Zoey’s eyes widen in alarm. ‘Aww, wait! Wait wait wait wait - don’t cry Rums! C’mere.’ Grabbing both their mugs and stashing them on a nightstand, Zoey leans all the way in, pulling Rumi into a firm hold and fumbling for her phone. ‘Just breathe, okay? Wanna watch some whale migrations?’

Closing her eyes, Rumi falls into the soft, steady touches of the shorter girl. Losing herself a little in the comfort of Zoey threading a delicate, tentative hand into her hair with a welcome, soothing pressure. Distantly, someone with a foreign accent starts to speak in hushed tones about a family of humpback whales in the South Pacific. Eventually, her breathing slows. The acid sting of tears receding. Zoey’s door falls open, and Mira threads her way across the room and climbs into the bed.

Crawling over an array of stuffed sea creatures, she flops down on the other side of Rumi, reaching over to bracket her in a soft parentheses of affection. ‘You two are getting along well.’ Laying a kiss on the top of Rumi’s head, she leans back into the wall and joins them as they quietly take in the soothing sounds of the nature documentary.  Rumi feels her eyes grow heavy. The combination of emotional fatigue and total relaxation; lost to the warm sensations of gentle hands and soft sheets. Careful touches coaxing her far, far away from the terror of before.

Mira shoots Zoey a look, and hits pause. ‘Okay princess. It’s been a big night, let’s bust a move.’ With a yawn, Rumi pads across the room after the taller star. Turning to catch Zoey, who has tucked Junkook under her chin and rolled onto her belly to keep watching the video on her phone.

‘Um… thanks. Zoey.’ It comes out awkward. Abrupt. But the girl on the bed simply smiles.

‘That’s okay! Have a good night. I forgive you for stealing my girlfriend… just this once.’ Cheeks pink with embarrassment, Rumi darts out into the hall in time to spot Mira disappearing into a door on the opposite side of the corridor. Following her in, her eyes widen very slightly.

Where Zoey’s room is all colour and chaos, Mira’s room is all class and control. With complimentary (but not matching,) hardwood furnishings cloaked in rich royal colours, her room is dark and reserved where Zoey’s is bright and bubbly. Some old vinyl records are framed on the walls, and across the room is an orderly but massive drawing desk; which is covered in sketches for various fashion designs. The bed dominates the space. Red silk sheets folded back with military precision, with matching lamps on either side of the headboard where a few hardback novels are stacked neatly in a single, orderly pile.

Mira hovers in the bathroom door. ‘Uh... yeah. This is me. Welcome.’ The taller girl vanishes, and Rumi catches the sound of a running tap. Must be brushing her teeth. Atop a dresser, amongst an orderly array of perfumes and ornate, silver jewellery trees are some framed photos. Most of them the two girlfriends out and about in the world. On a beach somewhere in Japan. Zoey smiling in front of the Golden Gate Bridge, Mira looking down at her with fond exasperation. The two of them - much younger - grinning in front of a huge mirror in a dance studio. Something about Mira seems… lighter. Her shoulders carrying a tiny bit less than the present day version. Tucked in the corner of the same frame is a torn school photo. A tiny, serious girl scowls at the camera. Her uniform expensive, but purposefully altered. One of her eyes is very slightly yellow - maybe a healing black eye.

Mira slips in behind her, wrapping her arms around Rumi’s waist as she lays a kiss onto the top of her shoulder. ‘Hey, nosy-nim.’ Rumi doesn’t deny it. ‘Is this… you?’ Mira hums in acknowledgment. ‘Yeah. Baby Mira. She had a lot going on. I like to remind myself of where I started. I think… she’d be happy here.’ For a moment they stay. Thinking their own private thoughts in the dark, quiet night.

Then Rumi yawns, and with a gentle laugh Mira pushes her towards the bathroom. ‘Teeth, and then bed. Now.’ Rolling her eyes, Rumi doesn’t fight it, quickly cleaning up and then getting the big light before making her way over to the bed.

Mira sits up in bed, skimming a novel with a pair of elegant, golden glasses pushed up on her nose. Wearing a very… familiar looking grey sweater. FIRE ACADEMY SOUTH KOREA embossed in bright red letters. Pushing under the idol’s spare arm, Rumi leans in to steal a kiss. ‘Hey. Thief. I’ve been looking for that.’ Mira simply smiles. ‘Finders keepers. Or, something like that.’ Rumi sighs, falling into the familiar touch of the taller woman, who trails a hand under her shirt to graze her ribs as she reads. Eventually, Rumi’s yawns getting the better of both of them, Mira hits the light. Pulling the shorter woman close in the soft sheets.

‘Sweet dreams. Wake me if you need me, yeah?’ Rumi nods into her shoulder. Not completely back to normal. But reassured enough to feel like sleep won’t be the same battle as before. ‘Yeah. Night.’ Mira folds Rumi in to her side with a gentle hand across her hip. Fingers splayed as they lie together. ‘Mira?’

‘Yeah?’ Rumi hides in the idols shoulder, muffling her reply. ‘Thank you. For… taking care of me.’ Mira responds by laying a soft kiss on her head. A fond sigh escaping into the dark room. ‘Of course. Always. I’m not going anywhere.’

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To be continued…

Chapter Text

A sharp, unhappy sounding alarm breaks the silence. Mira groans, rolling away from the soft body in her arms to blindly reach for the snooze button. The aggressive chirping stops. Blinking heavy lids into a state of greater wakefulness, she looks down fondly at the woman curled up next to her in the bed.

Still taken by sleep, Rumi looks… young. Softer, almost. Curled into a little ball, she fists Mira’s sweater as she takes tiny, shallow breaths and her head lolls on the pillow. Slipping back between the sheets to pull her close, Mira sighs. Thinking back on the day before. Running her mind over the series of events that brought them here. The hurt. The fear. She’s just thankful that Zoey, ever the supportive girlfriend, understood why she didn’t want to leave Rumi alone.

Rumi stirs. A breathy whine cutting through the quiet, as she curls in tighter to Mira’s side. The taller girl releases a soft laugh. ‘Good morning, sleepyhead.’ Rumi just groans. ‘Anio. Rumi’s not… here. This is her voicemail, please try again later.’ A soft, unguarded laugh bubbles up from the coral haired woman. (She’s such a dork.)

‘Okay dead girl. I guess you don’t want to join me for a shower then.’ Slowly lifting her eyes, Rumi shoots her a tiny smile. An exasperated, but fond huff escaping as she grins. ‘You drive a hard bargain.’

Under the warm spray of Mira’s giant shower, the idol pulls Rumi in for a deep, unapologetic kiss. Hands wandering across slick skin; looking for connection - not release - under the soft steam and soap suds of early morning. Rumi falls into each touch, letting Mira gently pull her down into a state of calm. Stealing tiny, gentle kisses who’s only ask is proximity.

Rumi watches shyly as Mira brushes her hair in the mirror. Long, thin hands moving confidently as she lovingly combs out the snarls and tangles of sleep. There’s something different in the idol’s gaze this morning. Something with more weight. Something that she’s sure should scare her… but it doesn’t.

Mira tugs on a set of workout clothes, and with a half glance at the firefighter, throws her a crew neck across the room. Catching it with one hand, Rumi quirks a brow in a question. ‘Fair’s fair. I quite like my new sweater, so you can have a replacement.’

Sticking out her tongue, but only half meaning it, Rumi pulls the soft shirt over her head. A well worn, lilac Huntr/x crew hugs her soft skin, conforming to her figure as though it’s something she wears often. It must have been Mira's favourite. Glancing in the mirror, Rumi smiles. Intently focused on her makeup, Mira looks somehow softer. Guard lowered in the sanctity of her own space; comfortable in her stolen sweater and baggy pants, while Rumi looks strangely… peaceful. At home. Something new brought out in her eyes.

Having finished her makeup, Mira turns to pad gently across the room. Meeting Rumi in a soft, asking brush of her lips. She pulls her against her chest in a firm, warm embrace. ‘Hey. How are you doing today?’ Rumi sighs. Presses further into the hold, as if she can run away from the question. ‘Rumi.’ She looks up.

There’s a crack in Mira’s usually unreadable facade. She looks down with wide, uncertain eyes. A current of anxiety nipping through Rumi’s chest as she recognizes hurt; the tender gaze of someone who only wants to help, but doesn’t quite know how.

‘Ah…’

She stumbles. ‘I… I feel… calmer? I don’t think you have to worry about me crying the house down.’ A half smile flickers across the star’s beautiful features. ‘I just… I feel tired. And… sad? I just…’ she stops. ‘…I don’t want to do this anymore.’ Pushing back in to Mira’s chest, she’s encircled by a strong, comforting pair of arms. The pair beginning a gentle sway as Mira thinks. Takes it in.

Mira sighs. ‘Yeah. Okay. Will you… stay? I’m here most of the day, and we have plenty of rainy day activities to keep you busy. I just… I can’t lose you. I think it would break me.’

Rumi giggles into her chest. ‘Mir, I’m not gonna kill myself. That was a long time ago. It’s just… hard. Everything hurts. And I want it to go away. But it can’t’

Mira pulls her back in for a kiss. ‘Okay. I... I trust you. But the offer stands. I don’t think you should be alone if you feel like this.’ Heartbeat echoing in her ears, Rumi only responds with a tiny nod. Mira squeezes her hand, and guides her out into the hall.

‘I’ll make the three of us some breakfast, and show you around. I’ve got blocking all morning, but Zoey will be here.’ Rumi stops in her tracks.

‘…Zoey?’

Making a face, she looks at Mira unhappily. The idol just grins.

'Hey, you two managed to not kill each other yesterday. It’ll be fine. Plus, uh…’ Mira yanks her down the hall. Cheeks flushing red as she considers.

‘Um… she might want to sleep with you.’ Yanking her hand out of Mira’s, Rumi stops short and stares. ‘What!?’

The idol nods, looking away as she blushes. ‘Uh. Yeah. We had a chat and it came up. And, I know it’s probably not something you want, but I’d be okay. If. If it did… happen.’ Taking the officer’s hand with a soft smile, Mira leads them the rest of the way; depositing Rumi on a barstool with a soft kiss to her head before turning to rummage through the fridge.

Rumi thinks. Eyes downcast and shoulders tense as she takes it in. (What the hell ?) she feels… hurt. Like she’s being palmed off. Like she doesn’t matter. Underneath the stir of emotions, a familiar lick of heat sends a soft wave between her legs. She squeezes her eyes shut. God, not now.

‘Hey.’ Mira reaches over the bench, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze. ‘Ah. I’m not good at this… talking… thing. But. You mean everything to me. And I’m glad you’re here. Okay?’ Rumi flushes a soft, delicate pink. Her heart skipping a happy beat in her chest. (Everything?)

Rumi watches as Mira moves about the kitchen with ease. She really is at home here - a quiet, steady force between the gas hob and sharp knives. Practiced hands working quickly, methodically; turning a simple selection ingredients almost into a work of art. Setting three plates of pancakes on the counter, Mira reaches down to grab for a dish towel, which she offers Rumi with a gentle smile. They fall back into rhythm, quietly working in tandem as they return the kitchen to baseline.

Down the hall, a door slams. Skidding in wearing a pair of fluffy socks, Zoey shoots down the hallway like a pig on butter skates before launching herself towards the sofa just before she hits the stairs.

‘GOOOOOOOOD MORNING MIRAAAAAAAA!’

The taller girl gives a fond, exasperated sigh as she hands Rumi a plate and scoops up the other two, gesturing for them to head to sit at the table. Zoey’s head pops up from her crash landing, grinning. With an athletic leap she clears the couch and adds in: ‘and Rumi! Good morning!’

Rumi scowls. The expression on her face could melt steel. With a soft laugh, Mira leans in to brush against her ear. ‘Hey now, play nice.’ With an angry huff, Rumi digs in to her breakfast. At least there are lots of strawberries.

Oblivious - or maybe just uncaring - Zoey zips over to the dining table to steal a deep, passionate kiss from her girlfriend. ‘G’morning Mirbear! I missed ya’! Shooting Rumi a wink, she flops into her seat on the other side of the table and begins to shovel pancakes and fruit into her mouth with alarming speed. Still shaking with rage, Rumi feels a soft hand graze her thigh under the table. Mira meets her in a tender, searching gaze, before dipping in to steal a delicate, leisurely kiss. Smiling, Rumi winks across the table. (Two can play at that game.)

Mira simply sighs. Giving them each a look across the table. ‘Guys. Stop it. Your only job while I’m out is not to kill each other.’

Zoey just grins. ‘Awww, no way Mir! We’re gonna be real good friends, I can just feel it!’ Giving Rumi a little wave across the table, Zoey punctuates with another wink. Rumi snarls.

God. She wants to wipe that smug little look off her face so bad. Sure, Zoey was… nice… to her yesterday. But Rumi wasn’t herself. How Mira ended up dating such a… child is quite frankly beyond her. Even if she is unfairly stacked.

Mira just smiles into her tea and continues eating. A delicate silence falling across the table. Rumi shooting Zoey suspicious, resentful glares. Zoey looking back at her wide-eyed and… hungry.

As soon as they’re done Zoey grabs the plates and moves over to clean up, but not before stealing a third kiss from her girlfriend. Rumi might have imploded, saved by Mira taking her hand and gently grazing her lips over her knuckles, tugging her gently back to the entryway with a soft smile.

‘Hey. You know what I said before. There’s room in my heart for both of you, yeah? You don’t need to worry about Zoey. She isn’t going to steal me away.’

Rumi groans. Starting intently at her socks. Mira pulls her in for a soft hold, stroking her hair with gentle, soothing touches. ‘I mean it. You’re my girl, okay? I know she’s annoying, please don’t hold it against her. If you need to hide in my room until I get home I’ll understand.’

With a sigh, Rumi leans up to swipe a kiss. ‘Fine. But… I’ll miss you, okay?’ Mira just smiles.

‘Yeah. I’ll be back soon.’  Looking shyly at each other, they fall into a soft pause. Almost as if something remains unsaid. Shaking that thought out of her head, Rumi offers a tiny wave and turns back towards the kitchen. Because if she doesn’t have a second coffee she will kill the tiny idol before the day’s out, sorry Mira.

In the kitchen Zoey is happily wrapping up, sliding a cloth across the counter as she hums an old Huntr/x song. Catching a sight of the firefighter, she breaks into a grin. ‘Rumi! Hi!!’ Rumi cuts into the kitchen and swipes a clean mug, giving a derisive snort as she flicks the kettle on. Zoey, maybe oblivious, maybe just dumb, hops up onto the bench next to her and swings her feet over the ledge. Rumi gives her a stony side-eye. ‘That’s not sanitary.’

Zoey just grins. ‘No wonder Mira likes you so much. She says the same thing!’ Hopping down, she trails a hand over Rumi’s shoulder as she wanders past. Sending a skitter of sparks across the taller girl’s skin. ‘Sooooo… whaddya wanna do? At least let me give you the wifi.’ Pulling out her phone, she turns to the taller girl, offering it out with a smile. It takes everything in Rumi not to smack it out of her hand. It’s just so… unfair. That she can have the perfect, quiet domesticity with Mira in the moments between, but she’ll always leave her for… this.

She reaches out for the device, and after a few moments of fiddling hands it back. ‘T-thanks. Zoey.’ The idol just smiles. ‘No problem! Kaja Kaja Kaja!’ Before Rumi can properly get her bearings - or even take a sip of her coffee - she’s being pulled towards the colossal sofa in the centre of the room. Grabbing a remote, Zoey hits a button and a huge projector starts to descend from the ceiling. Swiping Rumi’s mug to put on a nearby coffee table, she brandishes a pair of video game controllers like weapons before making her offer. ‘Mario Kart?’

With a sigh, Rumi resigns herself to a morning with Mira’s girlfriend. It feels painfully unfair, but at least she can enjoy crushing her into the ground in the virtual world. Glancing over at her companion, she’s surprised to see Zoey hit accept over a baby Bowser icon. Quirking an eyebrow, she shoots the younger girl a questioning look.

‘Oh! Mira always plays as Bowser, so… yeah!’ Oh, it is on .With a quick scroll, Rumi double taps accept over Luigi’s smiling avatar. Ready to push that stupid, spiky little baby off the side of the rainbow road with every ounce of rage in her body.

Hovering over the selection feature, Zoey shoots her a sneaky grin. ‘So… wanna wager?’ Rumi simply stares. Waiting. Undeterred, the idol continues. ‘So, I assume you’re staying tonight. And as much as I am an understanding and mature human,’ Rumi snorts, ‘I did miss my beautiful girlfriend last night. Winner gets Mira for night two? Yes?’

She knows it’s a dumb idea. Knowing that Mira would choose to stay with her for a second night no questions asked. But the thought of taking something from Zoey whispers to her like a drug. The skin-crawling bite of wildfire licking through her veins. The thought of dominating the younger girl awakening something primal. Something almost… feral.

She nods. ‘Fine. But I have conditions.’ Zoey grins. Palm up, she gestures for Rumi to continue. ‘Best of ten. Random tracks. Chaotic items. Hard level NPCs. And…’ she raises an eyebrow ‘…200cc only. Those are my terms.’

Zoey claps her hands and giggles in delight. ‘Ooooooh, you’re going DOWN! Kaja Kaja Kaja!’

What unfolds is the most tense, sweaty, and sexually charged tournament Rumi has ever played in her life. Zoey crawls up right next to her on the sofa, the occasional contact of an elbow or leg sending sparks flying between them. Zoey races crouched over her controller, leaning side to side with every twist and turn on the track and unleashing a barrage of insults every time she and Rumi collide. The firefighter sits back. The illusion of relaxation only broken by the steel in her forearms as she grips the controller with white-knuckles and shaking hands. Looking otherwise composed, she flinches as Zoey hits her with a blue shell fifty meters from the finish line to take the first cup. Blinking up at her, the picture of innocence, Zoey pats her on the thigh. ‘Aww, too bad! Go again?’

Rumi responds by shoving Zoey off the edge of the track right at the close of the Tick Tock Clock. The tiny monster flailing as he falls between giant, bone crushing gears and into the abyss. She reaches over to ruffle the idol’s curls. ‘Better luck next time, babe.’

Something in Zoey’s gaze darkens. The faintest pink rising at the edge of her cheeks. ‘Aww, thanks Rumi. But I don’t need luck. Who needs luck when you have talent?’

Things quickly devolve. Rumi is rounding the final right hand bend of an Aztec temple when it happens. With a mock-yawn, Zoey stretches out just a little, running her foot to scrape up Rumi’s inner thigh. With an involuntary shudder, Rumi drops her controller. Zoey ripping past with a grin, as Rumi leans over the couch and fumbles. Heat spreading from the contact.

She simply glares at the younger girl. Sliding into eighth place, knowing that the stakes just got a lot higher. ‘Oopsie! Sorry Rumi, I didn’t see you there!’ Leaning over, Zoey traces the same path with teasing fingers. Punctuating with a wink before hitting for the next race on her controller. Rumi grits her teeth. (Okay, psycho. Two people can play at that game.)

Chasing Zoey across an icy plain, Rumi sets her controller for a straight run and sneaks a glance at her opponent. Eyes narrowed, Zoey heads directly for the secret path through the caves. ‘Oh, Zoey! You’ve got a little something right… here.’ Leaning over, Rumi ducks in to place a hot kiss beneath the younger girl’s chin. Her hands skitter, and Zoey runs baby Bowser into a wall just as Rumi blazes through to victory. The touches intensify. By the time they hit their final round, Zoey is practically in Rumi’s lap. One hand skirting up the front of her sweater as they trade little, aggressive nudges as they drift and glide around the final lap of the original rainbow road.

Rumi pulls Zoey in to lean into her chest, wrapping her arms around the idol as she furiously mashes buttons and their avatars dart across the screen. Zoey tries to wiggle away, brushing her nose under Rumi’s chin as the officer releases a shaky exhale at the contact, refusing to look away from her prize.

Suddenly, Rumi turns her head. ‘Oh, Mira’s home! Welcome back, baby!’ Zoey looks up, just as Rumi hits a left to ram the little creature off the track and slide through to victory. Grinning, she hands the controller back to the girl tangled in her lap. Zoey’s eyes narrowed and her face white with fury. 

‘H-hey! You cheated!’ Rumi just smiles, feeling vindicated and extremely smug.

‘Sure. And so did you. Pretty sure trying to take your opponent’s shirt off counts as interference.’ Pushing away, Zoey huffs as she powers the game system down. Unexpectedly sullen.

‘Well. You have a beautiful home. I sure am going to enjoy spending another night in it  with your girlfriend . Thanks for having me.’ Leaning back on the sofa, Rumi delivers a wink and enjoys watching an angry, pink flush creep up the younger girl’s neck. Zoey sighs. Shaking her head. And then, as quickly as it came, it’s gone.

‘Uh huh. I mean… that’s fair. Play stupid games win stupid prizes, amirite?’ Grinning, she hauls Rumi off the sofa and drags her into the kitchen. ‘So! Lunch? Are you hungry? I’m definitely hungry.’ Rumi is baffled. Who is this tiny hurricane of a person who flip flops from one emotion to the next with seemingly no rhyme or reason? One moment she’s holding a stranger as she cries in her bed, the next she’s shooting a shit eating grin across the breakfast table and accosting said stranger during a game of Mario Kart. It’s definitely… weird.

Zoey pulls out a frying pan and slides a bag of rice across the bench to the firefighter. ‘Kimbap okay? Mira’s the real cook, but at least I know how to make a few things.’ Rumi nods, heading over to retrieve the pot from the rice cooker so she can wash the rice. Zoey starts to cook the eggs and spam, setting up a chopping board with spinach, carrot and mushroom for step two. It’s quiet. Some of the jealous rage in her chest abating, Rumi shoots sneaky little glances at the shorter girl over the stove.

Dressed in more skimpy, turtle-themed pyjamas, Zoey’s face is the picture of concentration as she watches the cooking protein with a spatula; her freckles slightly pink from the heat of the element below. (Huh. Now Rumi looks properly, she’s actually really pretty.)

Catching Rumi’s gaze, Zoey looks up with a small smile. ‘Hey. What’s up?’ Caught, Rumi looks away quickly; cheeks pink as she fumbles and searches for a redirection. ‘Uhhh, I was just wondering why you’re so good at Mario Kart?’ Zoey just laughs.

‘Aww! You’re not so bad yourself. Thanks Rums.’ Rumi’s blush deepens at the nickname, something unwelcome beginning to lick up her thighs to settle in her chest.

‘I guess… I mean, we’re pretty busy. But being a duo there’s a lot more solo work than you’d think, and I’m home alone a lot. Gives me time to practice. As long as she’s not doing a choreography session Mir doesn’t mind me tagging along, but it’s kinda boring. So… I stay here. Practice. Thrash the occasional school kid from a different time zone. Yeah.’

Meat cooked, Zoey turns off the hob and moves to chop some vegetables. Rumi sets the rice cooker and grabs the splattered pan from the other side of the kitchen. Setting it in the sink with a hot sizzle.

‘Oh. I kinda assumed you were together all the time.’ Zoey just laughs.

‘Babe, if that was true how would she see you ?’ Rumi just grins. She’s got her there. They fall back into silence, Rumi slicing up half the ingredients with slow, careful movements. Zoey hammering the carrots into little tiny pieces with zeal beside her.

‘So… you seem pretty mad that we’re dating.’ Rumi’s head snaps up. Zoey meeting her with an even, steady gaze. ‘Is it me? Or is it that you’d hate anyone dating Mira?’ Rumi groans. Palms sweaty, heart pounding in her chest. She swallows. ‘I… I guess I’m…’ she steels herself. ‘I’m just jealous. You get to spend your lives together. You’re always who she comes back to. And I’m just… a body. A pretty face. Someone… temporary. So yeah. I resent that. And I, uh…’ she looks up. ‘I hate how chill you are about this. I’m hooking up with your girlfriend and you just… let it happen? Are you really telling me you don’t mind at all? ’

Zoey grins. Grabbing some seaweed, she begins to assemble the kimbap on a bamboo roller, creating a little rainbow of deliciousness to squish up into a nice little tube for their lunch. ‘Nah. Mira loves me, and I know she’ll always come back. We discussed pretty early on that we’re both poly, and what that could look like between us. Plus, I like you. You’re kind of a gremlin, but you’re super hot.’

Rumi flushes a deep, unattractive red. Remembering Mira’s words from earlier. “Uh… she might want to sleep with you.”

Taking a completed seaweed roll and a knife, Rumi looks away as she begins to slice it into sections. ‘O-oh. Thanks.’

Zoey just grins. ‘It’s not rocket science. I mean...' She skates a hand up Rumi's torso, eliciting a visible shiver from the older girl. 'I'd have to be crazy not to want a piece of this. Plus!'

Zoey winks. 'Mir said it’s okay. So.’ Hopping back up on the counter, Zoey swipes a peice of kimbap and pops it into her mouth, staring Rumi down as she runs a hand down her arm.

Rumi is fucking floored. She stares back at the woman sitting on the counter, who simply smiles down at her angelically as she chews. Still bright red, she replies with a squeak. ‘W-what!?’

Zoey has the fucking gal to laugh at her. Breaking into delighted giggles as she swipes another snack. ‘Don’t act that surprised! Remember when you nearly had a breakdown when I laid the moves on you last night? Surely you had it figured out.’

Thinking back to the night before (that goddamn whip cream,) heat begins to pool in Rumi’s belly. Putting down her knife, she hides her face in her hands with a sigh. ‘Ugh. Zoeyyyyyy.’

Shoving the cutting board over, Zoey scoots across the counter so she’s sitting right in front of the firefighter. Wrapping her legs around her waist, she pulls Rumi in with surprising strength and removes her hands. Instead, tracing her jaw gently with one of her own. ‘Hey. It’s okay. Have you… ever thought about it?’ Rumi’s brain is making little error sounds. Her head filled with static as Zoey’s thigh rests against her abs, the soft hand on her cheek sending sparks racing through her system. ‘A-about what?’

Zoey grins. ‘About being poly, silly. Now, I could be wrong, but you seem too… mmmm…. complicated, for monogamy. At least, you’re clearly pretty reactive around me while also being in love with my best friend.’ With an outraged squeak, Rumi smacks Zoey on the shoulder. ‘Zoey!? I… how… you….’ The shorter girl just laughs.

‘Bitch, please. You two are anything but subtle. I’m happy to wait. You have time to figure it out. But until then…’ she cocks her head. Thoughtful. ‘Super low pressure offer… but can I kiss you?’

Rumi’s whole body runs ice cold. And then hot. Then cold again. Unable to stop herself, she looks Zoey’s soft, full lips with a hungry swallow. Remembering the night before. Remembering the safety in not just one, but two bodies bracketing her on either side. The feeling of being held, fully. The feeling of being seen.

She moves her hands to yank on the front of Zoey’s tee shirt. Pulling her in for a hungry, searing kiss. The idol’s eyes widen in surprise for a split second, before she smiles into the contact and surges forward to pull on Rumi’s lip and deepen the kiss. Hands immediately skirting the front of Rumi’s (Mira’s,) sweater, sliding underneath to cup her breasts and squeeze as Rumi moans into the contact. Tongues clashing, they battle for dominance as Zoey grinds into the woman standing in front of her; body on body with not a single apology anywhere in sight. They spring apart, breathing hard. Lips swollen and eyes wide with want.

Zoey leans in to drag her lips across the shell of Rumi’s ear. ‘Okay firefighter-nim. This is the part where you carry me to bed.’

Rolling her eyes, Rumi scoops up the younger girl and throws her over her shoulder. ‘Wait! Not like this! Rumi! Rumi! Put me down!’ Laughing, Rumi carries the struggling girl further up the hall and into the brightly coloured eye-sore of Zoey’s bedroom, throwing her down on the sheets where she bounces on the mattress and giggles.

Rumi pushes the door closed and stalks over, stripping her tee shirt and sweater as she crawls up the bed. Pushing Zoey into the headboard she smirks. The idol caught wide-eyed and wanting as she eagerly trails her gaze down the officer’s chest. Rumi cocks her head with a sly smile. ‘See something you like? Baby?’

Pushing in to the younger girl, a tight moan is pulled from Zoey’s chest as she knocks against the headboard, Rumi driving a knee between her legs as she cries out and shudders. Nipping on Zoey’s lip extracts a desperate cry, and Rumi surges forward to take her mouth with hot, heavy need.

Zoey draws her in with wet, wanting kisses; scraping her hands up the side of Rumi’s ribcage before moving to palm her breasts as she grinds up into the weight of the muscled woman holding her down.

Pulling back, Zoey breaks out into a radiant smile. ‘Holy shit. You’re a great kisser.’ Suddenly embarrassed, Rumi dips down to kiss her neck. Zoey crying out as she gives a hot pull on her clavicle; trembling as Rumi sucks on the soft, sensitive skin.

‘Rumi?’ The firefighter looks up. Zoey smiles back at her, hair a mess and eyes wide as the rise and fall of her chest is met by a small shiver running across her body. ‘I know you could break me in two if you wanted, but… let me have this? Please?’ Uncertain, Rumi nods. Easing off on her iron grip on the girl below.

‘Thanks.’

Bucking her hips, Zoey flips the officer. Climbing on top of her eagerly, she grabs her wrists to hold above her head and presses in to kiss Rumi all the way into the sheets. Rumi cries out. Zoey skimming her tongue with her own, she pushes in to meet her mouth with burning, aching need.

Moving down her body, Zoey kisses her way across to take the peak of Rumi’s breast into her mouth, tugging with teeth as Rumi keens desperately beneath her. Moving to her other breast, Zoey trails hot, delicate circles with her tongue before surging in to gently pull, Rumi shaking and crying out at the sensation.

‘Wow.’ Eyes wide, Zoey grins as she pulls away. ‘That was so hot. Rumi. Jeeze.’

Lost to the overwhelming tidal wave of arousal, Rumi simply nods. ‘Uh uh. Just… don’t stop, okay?’ Zoey brushes their noses together, ducking in for a brief, chaste kiss before pulling away. ‘Aye aye captain!’

Rumi chokes out a laugh, a sound that is snatched away as Zoey tears off her track pants and runs eager, splayed fingers up her thighs. Smirking when she runs two fingers the length of Rumi’s slit and draws them out with a long trail of glistening arousal holding on to the tips of her fingers. Eyes wide, she looks down at the woman below in awe. ‘Rumi… holy fuck. You’re so wet for me. Baby.’

Eyes shuttered in bliss, Rumi just moans. A sound which is forced into a full cry, as Zoey spreads her wide and then pushes inside with a wet pull; beginning her careful, slow thrusts as Rumi twitches beneath her. Plunging her hand into Rumi’s hot, slick need Zoey watches with something close to reverence, sliding in a third finger as Rumi convulses and begs with every searing touch.

‘That’s it, Rumi. Keep going for me, baby. Does it feel good?’

Rumi nods her head, gripping onto the headboard behind her as she’s pushed haplessly into the brightly coloured sheets, the sound of her wetness joining their laboured breathing as Zoey tenderly fucks her closer to the edge. Leaning down, Zoey takes one of her nipples in her mouth and begins a firm, tender suck; an action that has Rumi shuddering and begging for release as she lets the feeling snatch her away from reality. Reaching down for her clit, she runs two fingers up and around; the final tease to draw her over the precipice and into ecstasy.

Zoey’s eyes widen with wants as she takes it in. A pleased smirk tracing her features as Rumi moans into the touch, her breathing becoming jagged and irregular as she falls deeper and deeper into bliss. ‘Z-zoey.’ Rumi chokes out the star’s name, eyes forced firmly closed. Reaching to take her free hand, Zoey gives her a reassuring squeeze as she leans over. ‘It’s okay, babe. Let go for me.’

Suddenly Rumi is falling. Shuddering as she cries out; letting the climax rip through her to leave her shaking and undone. Breathing hard as it washes over her and leaves her completely and utterly spent.

With a breathy laugh, Zoey extracts herself. Falling into Rumi’s shoulder with a tender nudge, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek as she watches the older girl come to.

‘So. Pretty good?’ Opening her eyes, Rumi meets her in a shy smile. ‘Zo, you’re being modest. That was fucking incredible.’ Leaning down, Rumi takes her in a soft, exploratory kiss. Lips skimming gently, hands tracing oh so slowly up her sides. Sitting up in bed, Zoey lets her remove her shirt. Her full, soft breasts falling out with a gentle bounce, the idol blushing softly as she takes Rumi’s hands and places them to tenderly cup her chest.

Rumi gives an experimental squeeze, and Zoey responds with a moan. Eyes shuttering at the sensation as she leans back on her arms with a shiver. Opening herself up to be taken.

Leaning in, Rumi takes her mouth in the softest, slowest of kisses. Gently pulling at her lower lip, she quietly requests entry, something Zoey gives to her readily as she gasps into the touch. Running featherlight, needy touches over the other girl’s full chest, Rumi gently circles her areola before ducking her head to oh so sweetly take a nipple into her mouth. Zoey gasps.

‘Rumi… fuck. Please. Don’t stop.’

And so she doesn’t. With leisurely, featherlight touches Rumi ghosts gentle hands across the girl lying underneath, pulling out sound after sound as she explores her body in full. Gliding over silken skin with tender care; the idol reduced to a shaking wreck beneath her.

Running a finger beneath the elastic of her shorts, she feels Zoey stiffen beneath her. ‘Hey. You okay? I can stop if you need me to.’

Sitting up, Zoey takes Rumi’s hand and pulls it in for a gentle kiss. With rumpled hair and flushed cheeks she looks the picture of need: with her plush, pink lips and wide, wanting eyes. She pauses.

‘I… I don’t want you to stop. But ah… I… aww jeeze.’ Squeezing her eyes shut as she clutches the sheets, it tumbles out. ‘I, uh, I’m on antidepressants and I can’t really come. Or get wet. Or… a lot do things. Sorry.’

Huh. Rumi’s mouth drops open in surprise. That’s… not what she was expecting. Sensing her hesitation, Zoey falls a little further into herself. Shooting the older girl a smile that doesn’t really reach her eyes.

Snapping out of it, Rumi reaches for her hands. ‘Zoey. Hey. Look at me.’ The younger girl looks up. Anxiety written clearly across her face. ‘Of course that’s fine. Sex… this isn’t about orgasm. Bodies are weird, and I don’t expect yours to behave a certain way. As long as you feel good, and safe, and taken care of, I’d love to share this with you. What kind of things do you like?’

Relief washes over the younger girl. Leaning in, she steals a tiny, delicate kiss, before rolling off the bed and rummaging around in a bedside table. ‘I… uh… hang on. I’ve got some water based lube. You can still go down on me with it and it doesn’t wreck my sheets.’

Rumi breaks into a grin. ‘Is that an invitation to go down on you? Because I would fucking love to eat you out.’ Blushing, Zoey nods as she hands over the bottle, fluffing her pillows to get comfy before sinking down into them.

Rumi reaches up to steal a long, heady kiss. Coating both hands in a thick layer of lube, she kisses a trail down Zoey’s body. Meeting her eyes, she runs a delicate hand down her slit before spreading Zoey’s folds before her. Gently coating her in cold, slick gel. Zoey gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as she sinks into the movement.

Rumi skates her tongue delicately over the outside of the idol’s waiting mound. Zoey’s hips shivering in anticipation. And then she dives in. The sounds that comes from the younger girl should be illegal. Rumi explores every inch of her hot, throbbing need with her mouth; paying attention to moments and movements that draw a visceral reaction from the beautiful girl crying out as she devours her. Zoey threads her hand into Rumi’s hair and pulls, Rumi’s nose grazing the waiting wetness as her tongue works to pull apart the raven-haired beauty seam by seam. Flattening her tongue to place a hard suck on her clit Zoey bucks her hips, swearing as Rumi flicks her hard, erect nub before returning to her confident, practiced tease.

Sliding a hand under her chin, Zoey pulls up the older girl for a heated, fervent kiss as she twitches from Rumi’s careful ministrations. ‘Holy fuck. Rumi. Wow.’ Rumi grins in response. ‘Yeah? Feeling good?’

Surging in for a kiss, Zoey nods enthusiastically into her touch. ‘Fuck yes. But I, um… could you fuck me now? Please?’

Rumi’s eyes widen with delight. ‘I would fucking love to. Lube me up, baby?’ With shining eyes, Zoey shyly takes her hand and douses her in a fresh coating of gel. Threading their fingers together as she strokes Rumi to a state of readiness. Rumi brushes the idol’s legs apart, skimming the soft, sensitive flesh as she watches the girl spread beneath her. Zoey’s chest fluttering as she watches with bated breath.

Rumi traces the outside of her folds. Once, twice. And then without taking her eyes off the girl in front of her, she pushes in.

‘Ohhhh, god. Rumi.’

With a pleased flush, Rumi begins to gently thrust into the girl spread before her. Sure to check in, feeling her hand pulled tight inside Zoey’s shivering entrance as she trembles with pleasure.

‘How’s that, baby girl? Do you like it when my fingers are… this way? How about like this?’

Zoey’s head bobs up and down assertively, a small cry leaving her mouth as Rumi brushes her need with skilled hands. ‘I… fuck… the first one. Where you… shit… curl your fingers. Please.’

In little, incremental motions Rumi slowly drives deeper and deeper into the woman below. Zoey crying out as she takes four digits, the room filled with slick, hot sounds as Rumi pummels her into the sheets.

‘Rumi… I… fuck…I think I’m done. Can… we…ah…’ Taking her cue, Rumi slows the motion of her hand. Gently pulling out, revelling in the sight of Zoey spread and shivering before her. Wiping her hand on the sheets, she pushes up the bed. Leaning against the headboard and pulling Zoey in to nestle under her chin. Feeling reassured by the weight against her. The girl in her arms suddenly less of an unknown.

They fall together in a companionable silence. Rumi gently running her hands though Zoey’s soft, silken hair. Letting their heart rate settle as they transition back to the real world.

‘So… anti depressants?’ Zoey nods. ‘Y-yeah. I…’ she sighs. ‘It’s hard. It’s so loud in my brain. Almost all the time. Like a radio I can’t turn off, and I also can’t pick the channel. But sometimes there’s no sound at all. And that’s almost… worse. I kinda struggled through it for a while. Then I met Mira. And she kinda opened up my eyes to the idea that I’m not a bad person if I need a little help.’ Rumi releases a thoughtful hum. Hand curled into Zoey’s side a little tighter. Protective.

‘And I… it took a few tries. Some medications made it worse. But then we found this one. And it stuck. It just… it just means I can’t hit certain levels. I think one of the reasons I pushed back is I was worried that my art would die if I cut off the voices. But Mira said…’ Zoey grins. ‘…Mira said that if there was no Zoey there would definitely be no art. And she’s right. So. We’re here.’

Rumi reaches for a blanket. Zoey releasing a happy sigh as she curls further into her hold. Looking up, she broaches the question. ‘So… do you still hate me?’ Blushing, Rumi shakes her head. ‘I… no. I… don’t.’

Zoey makes a happy sound, skimming a hand up Rumi’s side as they lie together. ‘Okay, good. Cuz you make my girlfriend real happy, and I’m not going anywhere. It would probably help if we were friends.’

(Oh. God. Not this again.)

Zoey looks up. ‘What’s wrong? Ah.’ She grins. ‘Nope. I’m staying out of it. What you and Mira do or don’t do is strictly not my business.’ Rumi sighs. Well then. ‘But.’

Zoey looks up with a clear, steady gaze. ‘I had fun today. And… maybe we could do it again sometime. As more than friends. Like… a date?’ Rumi blushes a bright red. Guilt surging through her as she thinks about the woman who brought here here in the first place.

‘Can I, um, think about it?’ Zoey grins. ‘That’s fair. Of course.’ Distantly, a door falls closed. Footsteps. Then…

Zoey’s door pushes open. And in walks Mira. A little tired and more sweaty than a few hours before, she takes in the scene before her with wide eyes.

‘Uh. It looks like you two worked it out?’

Zoey giggles, gesturing for her to come over with her palm down, pulling tighter into Rumi’s chest. ‘Yuh huh! You know, I totally get it now. She’s unbelievable. But we missed you! Come join us.’

With a fond eye roll, Mira crawls onto the bed to pull Rumi in for a kiss. Looking down at her in wonder as she smiles. ‘Hey. Good job. You know I was kind of worried about leaving you two alone. So this is a nice surprise.’

Leaning over to kiss her girlfriend, Mira nudges Rumi over and moves in to sit behind her. Holding her close as she takes it in. Slowly, some of the tension leaves Rumi’s chest. Zoey placing delicate little kisses under her chin, and Mira folding her in tight to her side with a solid, heavy hand.

‘How was the venue?’ Mira groans. ‘Ugh. All the tape was in the wrong places, and they added an extra fifty metres to the wrong stage. But we fixed it. All ready for rehearsal, the fans are going to love it.’ Zoey claps her hands excitedly, falling further into Rumi’s embrace. ‘Okay, yay! You’re the best, Mirbear.’

Mira replies with a low hum, laying a kiss on the top of Rumi’s head. ‘But, I am tired. You guys okay if we order in tonight?’ Rumi smiles. ‘Of course. We actually made kimbap, it’s still in the kitchen and there’s loads left.’

Mira’s eyes widen as she grins. ‘Oh my god. That’s exactly what I need. I really l… you two are the best. Thanks.’ Zoey looks up, smug, Mira’s near miss making the other two blush as they refuse to meet each other’s eyes. ‘So… snacks. We all need a shower. And we should definitely tag team Mir in more Mario Kart. She’s a prodigy, it’s a little unfair.’ Mira rolls her eyes.

‘Uh huh. What do you want, smarty pants.’ Running a hand under the taller girl’s chin, Zoey turns to face them, looking devious. ‘Well. Do you have any… other… needs that might need to be addressed…? I think Rums and I would make a pretty good team if you did.’

Catching on, Rumi flushes bright pink. Mortified yet… hopeful. The thought of the taller girl caught between them sending waves of heat to pool between her legs.

With a soft laugh, Mira swipes a kiss from her eager girlfriend. ‘I don’t know if I have it in me for… that. But I could be down for a little make out.’ She turns to stare at Rumi. ‘With both of you.’

With a shy smile, Rumi leans up to brush their noses together, before capturing the coral-haired woman in a deep, heady kiss. Mira moans into the contact, a hand snaking down Rumi’s torso to brush lightly over her exposed chest. Pulling away, Rumi leans in to give Zoey a tender, hungry kiss. Mira watches in silence, her eyes blowing wide with want as tongues clash and hands skim soft, sensitive skin as the girls moan into the contact.

They fall together in a tangle of limbs. The two shorter girls making quick work of Mira’s clothes, leaning in to suck and bite at her bare chest as she cries out and shudders beneath them. Mira pulls Zoey up in a clash of teeth and tongues as she reaches down to skim between Rumi’s legs; the purple haired girl crying out as Mira plunges into her folds before withdrawing to give her soaked digits a long, hard suck. Both girls before her wide eyed and wanting as she licks her fingers clean.

Eventually, exhausted, Mira drags Rumi back to her ensuite to clean up, an experience punctuated by some particularly heated cunnilingus on the bathroom counter as Rumi shakes and begs for release as Mira claims her with a deep, angry mark on the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Back in the kitchen, barefaced, soft shouldered, and wearing clean clothes they affectionately squabble over dinner options as they demolish the remaining kimbap from earlier. True to tale Mira destroys both Rumi and Zoey at Mario Kart, even when they attempt to handicap her by giving her the ricketiest, strangest ride with the lowest stats.

The sun sets over Seoul as they fall together on the sofa with boxes of Chinese and millions of little sauce packets, Zoey excitedly sharing turtle migration facts as Mira and Rumi share exasperated but fond smiles over her head.

Eventually, it is time for bed. Rumi setting out her uniform on a nearby chair, Mira having put aside a container of leftovers for her lunch in the kitchen. Crawling into bed, Rumi finds herself looking up at the idol in a question. ‘Um. Would it be weird if Zoey stayed the night, too?’

Mira shoots off a text, and it takes less than ten seconds for Zoey to kick open the door and swan dive into the unsuspecting women tangled in the sheets. Mira immediately gives her a fierce dressing down, the firefighter ruefully rubbing the side of her head where they clashed. Rumi is surprised when she ends up in the middle. Zoey curled into her on one side. Mira protectively holding her on the other. Little pockets of skin-on-skin between the light cover of summer sleepwear. As sleep takes her, Rumi is hit by a wave of… something. A feeling that skitters out from under her skin, licking up her limbs like the comfort of a warm bath. Letting that mystery lie for another day, she lets her eyes fall shut. Feeling a little lighter for the first moment in a very long time.

—-

To be continued….

Chapter Text

Mira sits in bed with her MacBook, typing furiously under gold-rimmed glasses as Zoey paints her toenails an offensively bright blue with her tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth in a look of fierce concentration. It’s dark out, cars flashing by below in the sticky, summer night. Looking up, Mira reaches over to ruffle Zoey’s curls. ‘Hey. I’ll be done in a half hour, wanna watch a movie?’

The younger girl breaks into a grin. ‘Heck yeah! That’s perfect timing, these puppies gotta dry before I can add details. I’m thinking…. Demon cats. Those real derpy ones you see at the museum. It’ll be good practice for my detail work. Mira snorts. ‘Uh huh. Demon… cats. Right. I’m drawing a blank, so you’d better pull it off. This I have to see.’

Zoey simply smiles back at her. ‘Yeah! Speaking of pulling things off…’ she shoots the taller girl a sly grin. ‘How’s your… “friend?” Mira throws a pillow at her. ‘Zoey. C’mon. Now?’ Easily batting the soft projectile aside, Zoey pops back up to stare her down, capping her paint and sitting back in the sheets. ‘Yup. Why not now? You’ve been seeing her… kind of a lot. For kind of a while. What’s the plan, Romeo?’

Mira groans, giving up on work as she shuts the laptop and places her glasses aside. Rubbing her eyes as she sighs. ‘I…. Ugh. I don’t know. It’s good. It’s really good. It’s just… I don’t know where to go. It feels stuck. Kind of like lesbian sex purgatory. If that make sense?’

The shorter girl nods thoughtfully, head in hands. ‘I mean… that makes sense. All you do is go to each other’s houses and have sex-adjacent hangs. Why don’t you do something different?’ Mira gives her a grumpy stink-eye. ‘Uh huh. Like what? What if she’s happy with the way things are and I wreck everything? What then?’ Zoey sighs.

‘Miraaaaa! I already told you. She’s into you! This is getting ridiculous. Just ask her out already. She said she won’t go out with me until she sorts things out with you. So. Get your fucking skates on.’ The taller girl sits up. ‘Wait, what? You asked her out? Zoey!’ Shameless, her girlfriend just giggles. ‘I mean… duh. She literally had her hand inside me, and she’s super lovely when she isn’t trying to kill me. Not all of us have intimacy issues, y’anno?’ Mira covers her face with a pillow and groans. Zoey just laughs. ‘Oooh, kinky. But still not what we’re looking for. My god. Just text her. Please?’

Mira doesn’t text Rumi. But she thinks about it. All the way through the movie. While she brushes her teeth. As she re-opens her laptop to finish her latest pitch email for their manager. Her phone stares at her from the nightstand. Silent. Ominous. Almost as if.. it’s waiting.

She sighs. ‘For fuck’s sake.’

내꺼❤️ 10:17pm
Hey. I was wondering - do you want to hang out?

내꺼❤️ 10:17pm
Not bedroom stuff. Something different, maybe?

She waits. Staring angrily at her phone as she lies on her back and holds it above her head as she waits for a reply. Suddenly, it vibrates. Startled, she nearly drops it on her face.

Hot stuff 🔥 10:18pm
Crazy timing, I was just about to text you

Hot stuff 🔥 10:18pm
Upto tomorrow?

Mira’s heart skips a beat. Her fingers slipping on the screen as she bashes out a reply.

내꺼❤️ 10:18pm
Not much. Photo shoot ‘til 10 then blocked out for admin. You have an idea?

Hot stuff 🔥 10:19pm
Perfect. I’m off, and I need a favour.

Hot stuff 🔥 10:19pm
https://instagram-@rrrumi

Hot stuff 🔥 10:19pm
…do you think you could do this? I hate to ask, but Min Jee snapped her ankle and we’re six weeks out.

Hot stuff 🔥 10:20pm
Please? ㅇㅈㄴ

Mira snorts at the emoji. Okay, so it’s not a date. But she can’t lie, a little trace of pleasure skirts up her spine at the mention of Rumi’s dance partner’s misfortune.

내꺼❤️ 10:21pm
Of course. You want to use our studio? What do I need? Come over half ten?

Looking back at the message, she bites her lip. Was that… too much? Did she sound way too eager?

Hot stuff 🔥 10:21pm
You’re my hero! Thank you. Perfect - just normal workout clothes. If you have dance shoes then wear those

Hot stuff 🔥 10:21pm
Sweet dreams! I’ll see you tomorrow, you’re the best x

Mira’s heart does a happy little skip as she reads back the message. God, she’s so dumb. Zoey’s right. (For once.) Still smiling, she falls back into the sheets. Reaching for her light, she lets a flicker of hope grow in her chest. Ready for whatever tomorrow will bring.

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A nervous tension bites at Mira’s gut all morning. Gnawing a hole in her side all the way through the busy shoot - Zoey flicking her questioning glances between sets as she tries to switch off and focus.

Before she knows it she’s leaning on her basin after a shower, staring at herself in the mirror and seriously doubting her life choices. Sure, she’s a professional dancer, but… whatever Rumi does looks scarily out of her league. And more than that… she’d let her pride drive the car. Hoping to sweep Rumi off her feet with some sweet moves, sending Min Jee and anyone else who dared touch her girl away into the fucking abyss of memory. Well. Too late to back out now.

Someone knocks.

‘Mir? Rumi’s here. We’re coming in.’ Steeling herself, she shrugs on a soft grey tee shirt and some dark sweats, tying her hair back in a high ponytail before emerging from the bathroom.

Zoey and Rumi lie sprawled on her bed. Zoey excitedly tearing off her socks to show off her weird little tiger… demon… things. Rumi looks up with a soft smile, eyes sparkling as she catches Mira’s gaze. ‘Hey. Wow. You, uh… you should tie your hair up more often.’

Mira’s heart decides to do something funny in her chest. ‘Uh, thanks. Shall we bust a move?’ Rumi gives a small nod, following Mira back out into the hall and then to the elevator. It’s weirdly… quiet. Suddenly tongue tied, Mira keeps stealing awkward little glances at the firefighter as they make their way down. Uncharacteristically… nervous.

Taking her hand, she leads her into a large, mirrored studio down the end of another long hall. ‘Uh. Yeah. Welcome. If you pass me your phone I’ll connect you to the Bluetooth, and we can get started? Maybe?’ 

Rumi just grins, leaning up on tiptoes to steal a kiss before pushing away with a soft smile. ‘You okay? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this rattled before. You know, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.’ Mira shakes her head, taking Rumi’s phone and having a play to connect her music, resolutely staring straight down as she replies.

‘No! No, it’s fine. I just… I haven’t done anything new in ages. I’m kinda worried I’m going to be a bad student. Or, let you down. What if I’m good at idol dancing, but not…’ she gestures, ‘…this?’

Rumi just grins. ‘Huh. That’s so crazy - because this whole time I’ve been nervous to dance with you.’ Mira looks up. Surprised. Rumi pushes on. ‘Yeah, you’re like, really good. And I’m okay, but we’ve never placed. Honestly, it’s just for fun. The beauty about swing is that’s not about being a good dancer, it’s about being a good communicator.’ Mira grimaces. She’s definitely not great at that. Rumi just laughs at her. ‘Okay. So I’m not a teacher or a dancer, but you’re both, and I know about swing, so if we give it a go I’m sure we can muddle through, fair?’

Mira just nods. Confident, encouraging Rumi is unfairly hot. Taking her silence as a cue to continue, Rumi presses on. ‘Okay! So! A tiny bit of history. You have two kinds of swing: west coast swing, and east coast swing.’ Mira nods along. (God she’s cute when she gets all nerdy and passionate.)

‘When people say “swing dancing” they’re thinking of east coast: the cute tippy tappy thing that’s also called ‘modern jive.’ But. West coast is a fully improvised, cooler evolution of the same thing. And what makes west coast west coast is something we call connection.’

Offering a hand, she pulls Mira into the centre of the room. ‘Jive is kind of… messy. Everyone’s just showing off, and it’s all about being pretty and creative next to your partner, but not with your partner, if that makes sense.’

‘Westies are all about reading each other’s bodies. When I rest my hand on your hip, like so.’ Mira gives a little shiver. ‘It’s my job to read into what you’re doing, and it’s your job to press into me to give me signals so I can communicate we’re going to do next… but without words.’ She pulls a face. ‘Ugh. This is actually really hard. Hold on.’

Flicking on a slow, sensual song, Rumi offers her hands. ‘Okay. Drape your fingers over mine… perfect. And now, keep your elbows in place and shuffle back with your feet until you feel a stretch grow between us, like an elastic band.’ Mira sinks back into the shorter girl’s touch. Blushing a little as she gives an excited smile when they dip back to breaking point. ‘Yes! Perfect! This feeling here? This is your anchor - and everything in swing starts and finishes with an anchor. So.’ She grins. ‘Do you trust me?’

Mira just nods. Unsure. ‘Okay, because when you hit the end of your stretch you have to… release!’ Rumi drops one of her hands and steps back, and Mira finds herself catapulted across the room. The older girl quickly pivots, catching her free hand as she flies pass and gently guiding her back into stretch. Mira can’t help it. She laughs. ‘Wait… what!?’ Rumi grins. ‘That’s the whole thing. We build tension, like so,’ they pull back, ‘then we… release!’ Mira lets herself be propelled across the dance floor. And then we stretch.’ With impossibly gentle fingers, Rumi skims from her elbow to her forearm and guides them back into balance. Waiting.

And so. They dance. It’s definitely… different. Mira isn’t a great listener, so Rumi quickly designates her the lead and shows her how to guide her across the dance floor. Stepping lightly, they catapult gracefully side to side as Rumi instructs her how to lead with her body through a series of spins and turns.

‘Honestly? As long as your hands are out of the ‘creep zone’ this is the place to be really touchy. Everything you do is with your body, and a good lead always has a firm point of contact at least somewhere.’ Mira snorts. ‘Huh. Suddenly I’m a lot less mad about your partner getting all up in your grill. It really is this touchy all the time, isn’t it?’ Rumi flushes a gentle pink. ‘Uh… yup! Yeah. You, um, didn’t think there was something going on between Min Jee and I… did you?’

Mira has the decency to look sheepish. ‘Uhhh… maybe? She was kind of all over you….’ Rumi rolls her eyes. ‘Mira! It’s a body-lead dance. That’s the name of the game. Even if things look sexy, it’s always wildly respectful. You should see some of the ajjushi I dance with. On that note…’ she grins. ‘Let me teach you about compression.’

They start to work in the opposite direction. Pulling away tight and tense, before Mira guides Rumi in and catches her in a soft, steady push. Looking over her shoulder respectfully as Rumi glides in until they’re chest to chest; the shorter girl’s whole bodyweight caught in her arms as they press against each other, before with a step towards her Mira drives Rumi away and back into her anchor. They move back and fourth; Rumi starting drawn all the way out - like a balloon hanging on the end of a long string - until Mira steps back and draws her into shared space; barely an inch between their bodies before she returns them to the soft, delicious feeling of stretch.

She thinks she gets it now. It is kind of a drug- being wholly keyed into reading someone else. The intoxicating heaviness of your anchor, before you dip and vanish across the floor with the lightest touch of a hand - a glimmer of a smile - before you’re caught and waiting once again.

Rumi gives her a cheeky, searching grin. ‘Wanna try something different?’ Mira laughs. Finally relaxing into it. ‘Sure. Hit me.’

Rumi offers a hand. ‘Okay. So. Drag me back and guide me in for a sugar push, but slow it all the way down.’ With a step back, Mira curves out and then draws her in - blocking the way as she offers her spare hand. Rumi shakes her head. ‘Instead of the hand hold… slow me down with one hand for the two count, and then on the three guide my hand to land right above your chest.’

Rumi presses in. Palm placed squarely between Mira’s breasts as she looks up with a shy smile. ‘Like that. And when you’re ready, step forward to nudge me back to anchor, but make sure you slide your fingers down my arm to slow me down gently before you catch me to finish. ‘Okay?’

Mira doesn’t know where to put her face. Her cheeks dusted a constant, pale pink while Rumi - oblivious - makes them practice the move again, and again. Skimming her fingers over Mira’s collarbone as she lands. Drawing back into a soft, intimate weight before they spring back again.

Breaking away, she looks up in wonder. ‘That’s… yeah, that’s it! You’re picking this up crazy fast. Want to hit a whole song? In one go?’ Mira considers. So far all they’ve done is string together sets of movements; and although she’s technically been the lead, it’s actually been Rumi coaxing her through each gentle cycle.

She lets out a sharp exhale. ‘Sure. Why not?’ Rumi’s eyes light up. ‘Great! We’ll start in a closed hold - just feel the music and you’ll be fine. If you panic just hit me with a left side pass until you figure out what to do. Okay?’

Feeling kinda stupid, Mira just nods, as Rumi selects a track and drapes herself into the crook of Mira’s arm; resting a hand lightly on her shoulder and staring up with wide, hopeful eyes. Mira can’t look at her. They sway together, Mira closing her eyes and resting her hand firmly on Rumi’s hip as she selects a moment to breathe in and guide them out onto the dance floor.

She breathes in. And they move. Her first thought is that it’s completely different. To be in constant motion; oscillating between light and heavy touches as they glide effortlessly across the floor. Her second thought is that she could do this forever. Letting Rumi’s body melt like butter in her hands, it’s almost like she’s still telling her exactly what to do. Their bodies falling together in continuous, trailing, impossibly soft touches.

Rumi pulls back and settles her hip, so Mira preps her for a spin. Spiralling through a whip she feels her fall easily into the strong hold of her chest, so she draws it out for another six beats. Rumi zigs, she zags. Catch, and send. Catch, and send. Trailing her hand across Rumi’s shoulders, the officer dips her head beneath the offered arm in delight; slipping through with a body roll and a wink as they re-engage. Anchored together. Centred.

The music swells one last time, and Mira sweeps Rumi into a hold. Cut back to silence, all you can hear is the sound of their laboured breathing. Staring down at the woman in her arms through the rise and fall of her chest. Rumi looks up at her like she hung the moon. ‘Mira. Wow. I… you’re… unfairly good at that.’

Placing a kiss on her head, Mira breaks away to grab them some bottled water. ‘Uh. Thanks.’ Gratefully accepting the cold refreshment, Rumi cracks the top and looks up with wide eyes. ‘So. Did you like it?’ Draining her bottle in one, Mira throws it into a bin in the corner of the room with a clang.

‘Can we go again? Please?’ Rumi’s pupils blow out with delight. ‘Fuck. Yes. Let me queue a few songs, okay?’ And so they do. Song, after song; Mira finding her sweet spot in between the bassy rap and slow acoustic. Letting the melody dictate her direction, and the woman in her arms guide her into uncharted territory.

Listening, she learns. Rumi loves to spin. Especially before a hit in the song - stomping her feet and popping in place before returning to momentum. She panics when you turn her away for too long - leaning back desperately into any physical touch to ground her until she has the surety of sight to guide her home. As if for the first time, Mira explores her body. Using every part of her arm to chase connection; drawing their bodies together through the intoxicating pull of song.

Eventually, Rumi rests a hand on her shoulder. Pointing up at a nearby clock. Already, it’s gone six. Mira’s jaw drops. ‘Jesus. Rumi I’m so sorry! We missed lunch and everything. Let me make you dinner, okay?’ Rumi’s simply grins. ‘Nah. It’s okay. I was having fun. Plus.’ She leans up to steal a kiss. ‘It looks like you were, too.’

Mira knows it’s a bad idea. She can practically hear Zoey berating her from upstairs. But. Rumi stares up at her with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. A soft sheen of sweat on her brow, her shoulders shaking under the cropped tank she’s paired with a pair of dance leggings that make her ass look absolutely edible.

She kisses her. Full on the mouth, hands skirting to cup her breasts and gently squeeze as the purple haired girl releases a breathy moan. Nudging her back into a mirror, Mira kisses a hot, heavy trail down her neck before sucking on a pressure point; smirking as she feels Rumi’s knees buckle.

‘God… fuck… Mira… wait.’ She stops. Draws back with a gentle brush of her thumb down Rumi’s cheek; pausing to softly trace her lower lip. Rumi looks… wildly sexy. Eyes wide, hair mussed; the rise and fall of her chest in that sinfully tight top. She swallows.

‘Uh. It’s not that I don’t want to do this. But I’m kind of… feral right now. Can we shower first? Oh. And dinner. I think there are, um, some pretty important steps we have to take before… that.’

Mira sighs. God, she’s so sensible. Dipping in for a delicate, longing kiss, she steps away. ‘Will you stay here tonight? With me?’ Rumi blushes. Nodding quietly, words stolen from her lips. Mira grins. ‘Good.’

Grabbing her hand, she leads them towards the elevator. ‘Let’s hit that shower. I was kind of craving Mexican for dinner, is that okay?’ Rumi looks up in quiet thought, before squeezing her hand with a tiny smile. ‘Yeah. Sounds perfect.’

Mira guides her into the ensuite and hits the water. Kissing her breathless under the hot, misted water, her hands skirt Rumi’s sides with intention. Rumi looks up, dripping wet, and runs a hot, soapy lather down the idol’s chest. Something in Mira’s breath hitches. Not because of the physical implications. But in the gentle, clear intention with which Rumi is rubbing her down. The intimacy of washing your partner clean. Something soft hidden beneath an unwavering, steadfast kind of love. Something a little raw, and reckless.

Zoey joins them for dinner. Keeping the conversation going with entertaining stories and quirky antics; while  Mira rests a hand on Rumi’s thigh and uses her ankle to nudge their chairs closer together. Zoey gives her a definite side eye when she insists on following Rumi through to the kitchen to help with dishes; even with only a few plates and bowls from a meal that was mostly finger food.

Clean, and fed, Mira begs Rumi back down the hall and presses her into the sheets. Taking her soft and sweet, while she looks up with dark eyes and soft lips as Mira rips her apart with her tongue. The firefighter is already dripping for her; it takes practically nothing before she’s shaking in the sheets and begging for release. Emerging from between her legs, a smug smile pasted on her face beneath the remnants of Rumi’s hot slick, Mira stares up the bed at the woman spread in her sheets.

She’s a fucking picture. All dark eyes and light hair; a body you could paint and skin so soft it makes her want to scream. She slides up the bed and takes her mouth in a passionate kiss; before pulling back to admire her prize.

‘Hey.’ Rumi smiles back. Hesitant. ‘Hey.’ Mira brushes a thumb across her jaw, a trickle of concern drifting in from the periphery. ‘What’s wrong?’ Rumi simply watches her. Thinking. Almost as if she’s trying to find the words. Finally, her eyes shutter and she groans. Hiding her head in Mira’s shoulder.

‘This is stupid. And a bad idea. But… would you fuck me slow?’ Mira looks at her in confusion. (Slow?)‘I…. Uh… what?’ Rumi sighs.

‘You know how sometimes someone fucks you real good, and it kills a little bit of you inside? Something so hard and so good that it feels like you’ve fallen down eight flights of stairs. Like that.’ She looks up, turned on and yet afraid. ‘I need you to destroy me. Please.’ Mira’s breath hitches. She knows exactly what kind of sex she means. Thinking back to Mira from several months ago, she can recall exactly the kind of touches that get you into trouble. The kind of touches that landed them here in the first place. She swallows.

‘Y-yeah. I can do that.’

Dipping in, she steals a hot, slow kiss from the girl trapped below. And then another. Skirting her lips with skilled, soft touches; requesting entry with her tongue and then crashing their lips together as Rumi cries out and bucks her hips to meet her. Bracketing Rumi’s thighs with her own, Mira kisses her breathless while trailing achingly slow patterns across her body. Taking the time to explore every inch with her fingers as she takes her mouth; pressing only the softest, most decadent touches into the girl she adores.

Skimming a hand across Rumi’s chest, she lays tiny, featherlight kisses down the nape of her neck. Rumi sighing into each touch as Mira tentatively palms her soft chest; running a gentle pull on the peak of her breast between two fingers before returning to tease and taunt every inch of exposed skin.

Pushing up, she stares down at her lover; caught wide eyed in the sheets as she watches with little, shuddering breaths. Sitting back, Mira begins to palm both breasts as she looks deep into her eyes. Rumi meets her exactly. Gasping with every touch. Unable to look away.

‘That’s my girl. You belong to me, don’t you, gorgeous?’ Rumi moans. Unsure if it was the words or touching, Mira tilts her head as she breaks away and scrapes her nails gently down Rumi’s torso. ‘My Rumi. Mine forever. I’ll never let you go.’ Rumi gasps as Mira trails a hand between her legs. Eyes fluttering shut at the tidal wave of overwhelming sensations. Suddenly, they blink open. ‘You promise?’

Mira dips in. Practically purring as she steals a long, slow kiss as her hand scrapes the inside of Rumi’s thighs. ‘Yes, my love. I promise.’ Rumi’s cheeks flush a bright, aggressive pink. Her eyes shining with something that might be tears. Mira kisses them away; running teasing trails between her legs until Rumi is begging for release.

Leaning in close, Mira runs the back of her hand up the other girl’s torso. Before her hand comes to a firm rest of Rumi’s shoulder, pushing her into the sheets.

‘Rumi?’ The girl nods. Unsure. ‘Can I fuck you? I want to make you feel good, baby.’ A tiny grin flickers across her features. Rumi nods. ‘Please.’ A word quickly stolen from her lips as Mira delivers another leg-shakingly intimate kiss. Rumi moaning into the contact. She pulls back. Just a little. ‘Anything for you, my love.’

Dousing her hand in lube, she pushes in with painstaking, agonising care. Only two fingers deep, she brushes all the way into Rumi’s centre, before withdrawing fully and plunging back in. Slow, heavy strokes accompanied by the soft curl of her fingers; touches that have Rumi crying out in the sheets as she takes her time and fucks her slow and deep.

Adding a third finger, Rumi gasps. Mira continuing to drag out the encounter; delivering heavy, intoxicating touches as she watches her partner come apart at the seams. Brushing a stray hair out of Rumi’s face, Mira leans in. ‘You want more, pretty girl?’ Rumi just nods, falling back and letting her eyes shut as she cries out.

Mira adds a fourth, leaning forward on one arm as she begins to drive. A little harder. A little faster. Rumi reaches for her clit, and Mira lets her. The sounds that follow should be illegal; Rumi’s whole body beginning to spasm as Mira knocks her closer to the edge with tiny, careful touches.

‘M-mira. I’m s-so close. Please.’ She begins to fuck Rumi in earnest, adding layer after layer of raw power to the drive of her hand as she thrusts inside. Her thumb slips in and Rumi whines. Gasping as Mira thrusts her into the sheets. ‘Will you come undone for me, Rumi? My little love?’

Blinking up through wide, dark eyes, Rumi nods. ‘M-mira. Please.’ God, she’s so wet. Even without the lube her arousal has fucking soaked the sheets - Mira knows it won’t take much. She pushes in one last time - sending her whole hand deep into her lover’s core. Rumi screams. Violently coming apart - bucking and writhing as Mira pushes her into ecstasy and coasts her down through a myriad of feelings.

Watching her, Mira is transfixed. Her heart feels like it’s trying to escape its chest; the intoxicating pull of endorphins threatening to overwhelm and destroy. A pale pink cascades across her cheeks as Rumi comes back to earth and blinks into reality. Watching her with a shy, pretty smile that steals every molecule of oxygen from her lungs.

She pulls out, and dips in to steal a kiss. A kiss Rumi meets eagerly; pressing into Mira’s lips like she’s drowning and only the idol can bring her to dry land. ‘Hey. Uh. Wow.’ Mira laughs. ‘Uh huh. So, what you wanted?’ Still blushing, Rumi nods. ‘Definitely. Holy fuck. Do you… want me to get you back?’

Mira shakes her head, instead collapsing into the sheets and pulling her girl in close. ‘I’m good. I got everything I needed.’ With a happy sigh, Rumi collapses into her chest. Running a hand lightly up Mira’a side as she snuggles in. ‘Your heart is beating so fast.’ Mira looks away, with a small laugh. ‘Yeah, I definitely worked up a pretty good sweat just now.’ (As if that has anything to do with it.)

For a moment they just lie there. Taking it all in - Mira running her hand across Rumi’s hip like she’s trying to memorise every curve.  Rumi breaks the silence.

‘So. The dancing. Would you compete with me?’ Mira nods. ‘I already said that, right? I’ll just have to sign up under a pseudonym, but that’s not a big deal. Send me the link and I’ll get Bobby to sort it, yeah?’ Rumi is smiling so hard she’s practically levitating. She snuggles more firmly into Mira’s shoulder. ‘Awesome. I think we’re pretty good together. With the dancing.’ Mira smiles back, pulling her close. ‘Well, I think we’re pretty good together in general.’ Rumi stiffens. Just slightly. Looking up at Mira with something uncertain painted on her face. ‘Y-yeah?’

(This would be the perfect time to tell her you love her.) Mira brushes that thought off. Settling for a soft kiss on Rumi’s head before reaching for her hand. ‘Yeah. Honestly it’s kind of scary how good we are. I don’t think I could imagine my life without you.’ Rumi blushes a pale pink. Squeezing Mira’s hand as she replies. ‘Y-yeah. Same.’

They let the moment sit. Hovering over them - light, and yet so heavy with implication. Something neither of them are brave enough to speak into existence.

‘So… you used to practice six nights a week, right?’ Rumi nods. ‘Yeah, but that’s mostly access to a venue and music more than anything else. I don’t think we’d have to be that extreme, maybe like four? I know you’re busy so it’s o…’ Mira cuts her off. ‘No, I want to do this. I made a commitment, and it’s important to you. I’ll have a look at my schedule and let you know so we can lock in regular times.’ Rumi smiles. ‘Thanks. I seriously owe you.’

Mira rolls her eyes. ‘Put those words back in your mouth. This is what friends are for, right?’ Something tense passes between them. A flicker at the edge of Rumi’s expression. ‘Yeah. Still though, you’re so busy with work. I hope you know how much this means to me.’

A warm feeling cascades through Mira’s chest. Laying a soft kiss on the girl in her arms, she falls back and lets it wash over her. ‘It’s okay. You’re important to me.’

(Just tell her. Mira for fucks sake just tell her.) Her inner Zoey is really loud today. Brushing that off, she pivots. ‘So, if you’re coming straight from work we’ll need dinner. And we’ll probably go quite late, so do you want to just stay on those nights?’

Rumi stiffens. Mira knows exactly why, she’s not stupid (okay, maybe a little stupid.) They’re veering a sharp left from situationship into full on U-Haul territory. And they really should pump the breaks. Sit back. Talk about i….

‘Yeah. Okay. That seems… sensible.’ She grins. (You’re an idiot.) Stealing one last kiss, she rolls out of bed and pads across the room to throw Rumi a spare shirt. ‘Well, first we have to change the sheets. That was so hot… but I don’t think either of us are going to sleep great in that giant wet patch.’

Rumi flushes bright red as they giggle, before they strip the sheets and hustle down to the laundry - thankfully Zoey is nowhere to be seen, or she’d never let it go. Sheets changed, teeth brushed, they tumble into bed together; Rumi falling back into the crook of Mira’s shoulder like she belongs there.

‘Mira?’

Sleep pawing at the edge of her consciousness, Mira yawns into her reply. ‘Mmm?’ Rumi blinks up at her sleepily, only looking a tiny bit serious. ‘I know it’s just sex, but all that stuff before… did you mean it?’ Mira pulls her in even tighter, threading their bodies together in the darkness. ‘Yeah. Of course. Rumi, I… you mean the world to me. Never forget, okay?’ The older girl just nods, nestling happily into her partner for the night. Breathing slow as they gradually still. Letting sleep wash away what memory cannot.

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To be continued…

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It’s another normal, chaotic day in the Huntr/x household. Up at the crack of dawn to hit the gym, before getting wrung through makeover number one and chugging smoothies in a private car on their way to a televised interview. Before heading to a publicised fan-meet at an elementary school. Before a network approved lunch with some bigwig from the Seoul Metropolitan Government. It goes on, and on. Sure, it’s exhausting, but you just can’t beat the rush.

They’re back in another film studio, sitting in massive, black salon chairs while their teams flit around them like little birds as they apply the finishing touches to their next look, when there’s a knock at the door.

Zoey smiles wide when she sees who it is. ‘Bobby! Hi!!!! What can we do ya for!?’ Bobby grins, offering Zoey a fist bump before he turns to Mira. ‘Actually… just one of you today. Can you meet me in the tech office when you’re done here? I got your… request… and I have a few questions.’

The girls share a look. It’s got to be the dancing. And okay, maybe Mira promised big because she has a little too much faith in Bobby’s ability to seemingly solve any problem… but it’ll be fine, right?

Sitting down at a desk in the crowded editing room, Mira feels a little less sure. Bobby winces, sucking in a tense inhale between his teeth as he folds his hands across the desk. ‘Look. Mira. The bottom line is I can do this… but at what cost? Sure, we can sign you up under a fake name, but you’re a little…’ he gestures to all of her ‘…conspicuous. So even if you’re left alone on the day it’s going to get out. And what then? I’m not so worried about you and Zoey - I’m sure it’ll be good press, but more the studio running this. They’re really small, and I’m not sure they can handle the pressure. And this… ‘Rumi.’ She tries to speak, and he waves her down.

‘Hang on. We both know I did the background check, and it was… fine. But I’m not sure about the… connotations of two women dancing together. Especially like this.’ He brings up some camera footage of the studio on his iPad. Playing it back frame-by-frame: Mira pulling Rumi into her, the shorter girl pressing all the way in as she lays a delicate hand just above her chest. Their noses brush, and they giggle, before Mira nudges Rumi back out with a long, intimate caress down her arm.

He raises an eyebrow and she winces. Okay. Yeah. It looks… not bad, but obvious. Like something that might start questions. Questions she isn’t sure she’s ready for.

Bobby sighs, leaning back in his chair. ‘Look, I love you girls, and you have my support no matter what. I just have to know you’ve examined all angles, and you understand the implications of something like this. It’s never just dancing.’

Mira grimaces. Okay, she… knew this was coming. But the last few weeks have been ridiculously lush. Seeing Rumi more than half the nights in a week has just done something for her soul. Nudged an itch she never knew she had until suddenly, it was there.

Even though Zoey may have absolutely roasted her at her inability to communicate, she was still weirdly supportive of the whole thing. Probably because she was angling pretty hard for that date - the one time Rumi had beat Mira home she’d arrived to find them cuddled in Zoey’s bed while Zoey explained the finer points of stardew valley and Rumi nodded along intently. She’s sure they would have stayed there all night if they hadn’t had practice.

And… practice. Wow. What a fucking can of silkworms. Rumi always started them up the same. A series of stretches and warm ups to get into the feel, followed by a good ten minutes of only the most basic of steps. And then. They started to play. Swing, Rumi explained, wasn’t about following a set pattern to completion, or about memorising the most moves. Instead it’s about learning the most building blocks to stack together in a myriad of different ways - endless combinations that change depending on your partner, your mood, and the music.

The music. God, the music was a whole different story. Rumi made her listen to the same songs over and over. Picking them apart with a fine tooth comb - learning to “feel” the difference between a five count and an eight count; being able to predict a drop or a hit in any peice even if you were listening for the first time.

The dancer in Mira loves it. Breaking away from basic patterns and rote learning, into something that is all feeling: gooey and consuming and delicious. As she grows more confident, her steps get bolder. Anchoring a fraction of a second early, she sends Rumi a body roll that she mirrors perfectly and drops into her stretch before Mira bounces her out into a spin. Loosening her touch, she hits a Charleston as they cut a left side pass, which Rumi feels through her fingers and echoes with delight.

The combinations are infinite, the options rich and varied, and it’s all something Mira finds wildly seductive. Then there’s Rumi herself. She’s clearly never been technically trained, but somehow she instinctively knows how to move. You’d never expect someone so muscular to move with such grace, but she does. It’s like sex. Their bodies folding into one as they connect and slide their bodies together; breaking apart with breathless, excited smiles before pushing back in. Listening not to words, but to movements. To feelings. The tip of a head or the slight widening of an eye that gives away more than a sentence ever could. Tiny pockets of connection that are gone in an instant. Lost to the moment.

When she floated this theory to Rumi, she just rolled her eyes. ‘I mean… yeah. Duh. The best swing dancers aren’t the prettiest people on the dance floor, but the best listeners. The ones who are there to give you the best time they can - who are invested in forming a connection. So, you’re not wrong. But talking about it tends to make people uncomfortable, so maybe keep that between us, okay?’

Speaking of the sex. Mira didn’t think it was possible for it to get better… and then it did. Rumi was suddenly doing things with her tongue that short circuited not just Mira’s brain, but her whole body. Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised, but they felt even more in synch than before. Even Zoey - who periodically stole Rumi overnight - mentioned that something had changed in the two of them. One night they’d just wrapped up their own connection, and Zoey was lying sprawled on top of her with a post-fuck ice cream as they chatted. ‘Yeah. It’s like you’ve both just turned the sensitivity up to eleven. Like, oh my god.’

Bobby stares her down. She fiddles with her collar - wow, it’s suddenly really hot in here. Reaching behind him, he cracks open a mini fridge and passes her a bottle of water. That’s their Bobby. Nothing if not a saint. (In fairness, this is why they give him three percent.)

‘I… I know. And I still want to do it. I’ll check with Rumi, and make sure she knows that it might, ah, not be as discreet as we’d hoped. Thank you for looking out for me, but I want to do this.’

Bobby sighs, looking worried. ‘Okay. Next question. Rumi. You’ve been seeing… a lot of each other. The security logs are going a little haywire - is there something you need to tell me? Because if I need to start filing additional paperwork it needs to be before - not after - the press get a hold of it. Not to mention the network will be a problem. I’ve held them off as long as I can, but a few people have started asking questions.’

She gives him a look. ‘Bobby. Nothing is going on. I trust you’re going to keep handling the questions?’ He squirms under her steel gaze. ‘Uh… yeah! Yes, absolutely. This is why you give me three percent. Just, ah… just checking.’ He flinches as she stands, and a current of shame hits her in the gut. She’s seen that look before. Not with any of her staff, but… before. Somewhere else.

‘God, Bobby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. Of course it’s okay, if the questions get too much you can always come back to me and we’ll rethink our strategy yeah? Both Zoey and I see everything you do, and it means the world to us.’ He breaks into a grin, shooting her some finger hearts as he waves her out the door. ‘Awww! That’s my girl. Enjoy the music video! It’s a good one!’

Heading straight to studio three (there is no four,) she sees Zoey mounting a fake windsurfer in a bright green life vest. She waves cheerily. ‘Hey! All okay!?’ She shoots her a thumbs up, and Zoey gives her the look. Aww man. She’s in trouble. At least that has to wait until after work.

Back in the car, Zoey crosses her arms and hits her with a cool stare. ‘So. What did Bobby want? Same things I’ve been telling you for… how long again?’ Mira grits her teeth and looks out the window sullenly. Mumbling something under her breath. Zoey kicks her. ‘What was that, my beautiful, delightful girlfriend who would never be rude to me when she knows that she’s wrong and I’m right?’

Mira shoots her a withering glance. ‘Four months, two weeks and eight days. Are. You. Done.’ Zoey simply kicks her again. ‘No, I’m not. Because I’m trying not to get involved, but you’re making it really freaking difficult. A little bird - Rumi - keeps telling me that you’re so perfect and sweet and lovely… until you keep calling her your “friend.” What the hell, Mira? No wonder she doesn’t feel safe opening up to you first.’

Mira winces. Shame sitting hot and heavy in her chest. ‘Okay. Y-yeah. Maybe I haven’t been, ah, entirely respectful.’ Zoey snorts. ‘I should keep kicking you. But then it would stop being funny and start being abusive. Y’a think? You say you love her, but you’re emotionally yanking her around like a little kid with a new toy. What happens when you get bored and spy something else shiny?’

Mira’s head snaps up. ‘That won’t happen.’ Zoey leans in. ‘Uh huh. Well, Rumi sure thinks it will. Why wouldn’t she? You already have a steady, long term partner. You’ve never discussed seriously opening your prospects to anyone, let alone her. And you keep. calling. her. your. friend. Get with it, Sherlock.’

Mira sighs, burying her face in her hands. ‘I know, I know, it’s just… I don’t… she deserves better, you know?’ Zoey groans. ‘Miraaaaa! No, I don’t know. Usually you’re a fucking wonderful person to date. A real adult human. Why is it that this one girl makes you lose your lunch?’

Mira gives Zoey a cheeky half smile. ‘Please. As though you don’t have a giant crush on her. I saw you and your matching nails scheme.’ Zoey turns pink and splutters. ‘That’s not the point! The point is you’re treating her like trash, ignoring any feelings I may or may not have for one gorgeous, tall, kind, funny, smart….’ Zoey starts to look a little misty eyed as she lists Rumi’s attractive traits. Mira can swear she sees her start to drool.

‘Hey! Earth to Zoey.’ Shaking it off, Zoey looks back at her, remembering her righteous indignation. ‘Okay, yeah! Back to me being mad at you. What are you gonna do about it? Because it is getting to that point where you need to fess up or break it off. For both of your sakes.’

“Break it off?” Just the thought of not seeing Rumi again makes Mira feel violently ill. She makes a face. ‘Okay but… the competition. It means a lot to Rumi, I can’t just… distract her when we’re so close.’ Zoey gives a dramatic sigh, slumping down in her chair.

‘Miraaaaaa! Why are you so dumbbbbb! Surely this is not helping your dance focus. But let me give you the benefit of the doubt.’ She sits up. ‘You tell her after the competition or I will. Even if that means I’m having to sit her down to apologise for my girlfriend being a child and begging her to go out with me anyway. Fair?’

Mira gulps. Nods. Three and a half weeks. Sure. She can do that. That’s… surely enough time to work up her nerve. Right? Remembering Rumi will be coming over in a few hours, she winces. A gesture that is not lost on Zoey. ‘Uh huh. Well, you made your bed and you must now lie in it blah blah blah. On the bright side, we’re right into a shoot for teen vogue, so at least we’ll be busy before then.’

In an extremely unusual turn of events, it begins to pour with rain on their way home. Mira shoots Zoey a look as they watch people race through the streets outside the car, Zoey raising an eyebrow. ‘Goddamn climate change, amirite?’

Which, naturally, means that when Rumi pulls up she is soaked. Along with all of her things - thankfully she had the foresight to put her phone in a plastic CU bag before she left the station, otherwise it would be beyond repair. Mira guides her straight to the shower, retrieving some dry things she can wear for practice while her own are resuscitated by their cleaning crew.

Heading down to the studio, they start warming up, and Mira catches it. Something’s… off. Rumi isn’t off time, but it’s like she emotionally lags behind each count. A little stiffer, the suggestion of hesitation in her every move. A song ends, and she places a hesitant had on Rumi’s arm. ‘Hey. What’s up?’

Rumi grimaces, and her stomach drops. (There’s no way Zoey would have…) ‘Work stuff.’ She has to raise an eyebrow at that. Unexpected… yet also a relief. ‘Okay, what happened at work?’ The firefighter just groans, snapping her eyes shut and hiding her face. ‘I… I don’t know if I should give it air. It’ll just make me more angry.’

Huh. Mira’s never seen an angry Rumi before, but now she steps back to take in the whole picture… it makes sense. The little elasticity that usually lives in her broad shoulders has been snapped shut, a minute pinch in her jaw you could mistake for fatigue. The image of someone who could snap… but isn’t allowed that luxury.

A new track starts, and Rumi offers a hand with a small smile. Mira gently lays hers on top, and pushes it away. ‘It won’t kill us to miss one night of practice. Come help me make dinner, and then we can chuck on a movie or something? Kill some bad guys? Maybe…’ she threads their fingers together, ‘…talk about it?’

Rumi sighs. Conflict written all over her face. Stepping into her space, Mira draws her into a soft, slow kiss. ‘I’m sorry. That I keep calling you my friend. You are… but you’re also so much more than that. I’m just… nervous.’ Rumi blinks up at her. A little light returning to her eyes. ‘Do you mean that?’

Mira nods, cupping her chin and brushing their noses together. ‘I do. So… dinner?’ Rumi laughs, pressing her head into Mira’s shoulder. ‘Okay thank god. I’ve been feeling absolutely crazy - and Zoey told me I’m not, but…’ she looks up, ‘…actions versus words, you know?’

Mira nods. She does know. ‘Yeah. Yeah, I do.’ Rumi takes her hand and tugs her back towards the elevator. ‘Dinner sounds great. Hopefully something I can chop up really fine with a knife if you can think of it.’ Mira grins at that. ‘I’m sure I’ll have a few suggestions.’

Which is why they settle on kimchijeon and fried chicken with some vegetable sides. Mira winces as Rumi cracks down with the knife and decapitates a carrot. Hey, at least she looks happier. It must be pretty therapeutic. Zoey took one look at the vegetable massacre and peaced out with a cup of Rameyon and a microwave cheeseburger. Giving Mira a pointed look as she turns to leave, pointing at Rumi and drawing a hand across her throat. Mira gulps. Message received.

Over dinner Rumi is back to being quiet. Playing with her food between mouthfuls, resolutely looking anywhere but Mira’s eyes. She nudges her under the table. ‘Hey. Ready to tell me what happened?’ Rumi groans, putting her chopsticks down and hiding her face in her hands. ‘I… Ugh.’

She sighs. ‘So. You know how I’m the only female on station?’ Mira nods. ‘And that the old boys who call the shots… are old. Very military, very “glory to South Korea.”’ Mira nods again. ‘Well… I’m not supposed to question it, but sometimes they make the wrong calls. And I can usually ignore it, but sometimes something goes wrong. Something dangerous.’

Abandoning her own utensils, Mira reaches across the table. ‘What happened?’ When Rumi looks up, her eyes are filled with fire. ‘Baby got trapped in a minor incendiary event in the industrial zone because Paekhead didn’t bother to secure the scene. A snapped girder trapped him in the hot zone during search and he nearly died. If it wasn’t for Abby and Jinu…’

She releases a shuddering exhale. Pulling away from Mira as she curls her hands into tight, white-knuckled fists. ‘It happens enough. It happens enough that the boys and I have a pact to disobey orders if something happens, or if one of us thinks something will happen. If we need to it’s agreed: when it’s life and death we disobey without question.’

‘Overseas, the best places to fight fires have a buddy system. You go in - and out - with your partner. If both of you can’t make it in, you don’t enter the hot zone at all. Some places - like America - don’t do this. And they complain about the number of staff deaths every year when they are wilfully sending our service members to die in stupid, unsaveable situations.’

She sucks in a tense breath of air, and Mira’s eyes widen in horror. She’d always assumed that first responders had the best health and safety. Not… this. It makes her question some of Rumi’s work stories. It makes her wonder about Rumi’s safety.

‘God… Rumi… I’m so sorry. How’s Baby? Is he badly hurt?’ She shakes her head. ‘Only bruised with some minor smoke inhalation when his BA ran out of oxygen. They’re not even giving him time off for shock.’ Mira nudges Rumi’s plate towards her. ‘Well. You definitely have to keep your strength up after that. You’ve barely touched your food.’ 

Rumi shoots Mira a glare across the table, and for a moment she wonders if she’s going to get cussed out. Then Rumi sighs, and the fight has gone out of her. Meeting Mira in a tiny smile, she reaches for a slice of jeon. ‘Thanks. For… checking in. You’re right, it does feel better to talk about it.’

Mira grins back, and reaches to swipe a peice of Rumi’s chicken. ‘Hey! Thief!’ She laughs, leaning back out of reach with her prize. ‘Sorry about it. Next time don’t be so cut about your friend nearly dying and you’ll be a little faster.’ Rumi grins. ‘Why do I have the feeling you’ve got the perfect temperament to thrive on a station filled with stupid boys?’

Mira winks. ‘Because I do. Well, almost. I don’t think I’d be super hot at being told what to do. You’d have to fire me.’ Rumi snorts with laughter at the bad jokes, shooting Mira a wink across the table that makes the idol’s stomach drop through several floors.

For a while, they eat in companionable silence. Then, Mira remembers. ‘Hey, Rums?’ The officer looks up. ‘Uh. I had a chat to our manager about the competition, and he’s going to make it happen. It’s just….’ Glancing up, the panic in Rumi’s eyes kills her. Frozen as she watches. Waiting. ‘… he thinks it’s pretty much a guarantee that I’ll be recognised. And that’s fine, but we’re worried about you and the team at Gangnam. You’re not asking to get your private life overrun by nosey teenagers, and I’d hate for the studio to be swamped with members to the point they can’t cope.’

Rumi makes a face as she considers. They’re both… fair points. ‘Okay. The studio should be fine, if you’re only attending the open and not a club night. Honestly, if people swamp next year’s comp with registrations it’ll be a massive win for the team. As for me…’ she cocks her head, scanning the idol as she thinks. ‘I’ll just stay off socials. And sure, you have bright pink hair and a very recognisable face… but maybe if we do enough to claim plausible deniability. Yeah?’

Mira thinks. Pushing her chair back as she starts to clear the table. ‘I mean… yeah? I’ve already got us outfits for the event, and face masks are a part of the fit, so that’s fine. Maybe… if I take my piercings out and tie my hair back.’

Rumi all but starts to drool. ‘I definitely support you tying your hair back.’ Mira fires her a wink across a sink of bubbles, and she blushes. ‘Also… outfits?’ Now it’s Mira’s turn to blush. ‘Uh… yeah. If that’s okay? I wasn’t sure what vibe we were going for but, uh…’ she takes a breath, ‘…I think we look really good together. And I wanted to play on that. So….’ Naturally, this is when Zoey returns to the kitchen.

‘Aww, look at your little red faces! Are we… talking?’ She points at Mira. ‘Talking?’ Points at Rumi. ‘Ooooh, thanks Mirbear! Love ya!’ Spotting a covered plate on the stove, she descends onto the pile of fried chicken like starved raccoon. Rumi begins to laugh. ‘You are a menace. I couldn’t tell you why I’m so into you, but I am.’ Cheeks full like a little chipmunk, Zoey looks up with bright eyes. ‘Roo raah?’ Mira gives her a gentle nudge. ‘She won’t be for long if you don’t learn to chew with your mouth closed, Zo.’

They fall into a pile on the sofa to kill some adorable bad guys over on Kirby, Zoey cheering like she’s watching a baseball game. Mira and Rumi button mash through the animated tundra to a music-box sound track as they find flowers and destroy adorable snowmen shaped like little dogs. Leaning back into the women holding her on the couch, Rumi lets the last of the tension evaporate from her body. Nestling in tight to Mira’s strong chest while Zoey snuggles in under her arm and peppers her with suggestions for her gameplay.

Eventually, Mira points out it is a little late, and they all have an early start. Zoey makes a fist and turns to the taller girl, a twinkle in her eye. ‘Muk-jji-ppa’ for Rumi privileges?’ Mira simply grins. ‘You’re going down, baby.’ Three rounds later Zoey is curled on the rug in defeat, as Mira scoops Rumi into a bridal carry and carts her down the hallway and into her room. Mira throws her on the bed as she giggles and protests, pinning her before stealing a hot, heavy kiss as Rumi moans into the sensation.

Pulling back, Rumi blinks up at her shyly. Cheeks the softest pink and eyes wide, she looks good enough to eat. Mira leans in, when Rumi stops her with a gentle hand. ‘Hey Mir? Not that I’m not wildly turned on, but we do need sleep. Rain check?’

Pressing in sweetly for one more moment, Mira pulls back. ‘Of course. Let me get you something to sleep in, okay?’ Minutes later, wrapped up in each other between the sheets, Mira gets the lights. Letting Rumi’s weight pull her down to sleep, curling her arms tightly around her as they lie together in the dark.

‘Rums?’ She looks up. ‘Yeah? What is it?’ Mira sighs. ‘I… before. When you were talking about work… is it ever you trapped in a building?’ Rumi flinches. Stiffening as she tries to turn away. ‘I, uh… I don’t know if you’ll like that answer.’

‘Rumi.’

Mira yanks her around. Tipping her chin to meet her gaze. ‘Please. Tell me the truth.’ Rumi grimaces. Staring down into Mira’s shoulder as she speaks. ‘I… Baby and I, we’re the smallest. So if there’s only one entry point… we’re usually it. Let’s just say that the boys are really good at saving my ass when chief cocks it up.’

It feels like there’s water in her chest. Thinking back to Rumi’s earlier story about the factory fire… what if it had been Rumi in there? What if they didn’t get her out?

‘Mira. Hey. Look at me.’

Rumi tips her chin down to meet her gaze. ‘Jinu would never let me go into something he wasn’t a hundred perfect certain he couldn’t get me out of. And I’m a highly skilled officer in my own right. I promise I’ll stay safe. Okay?’

Mira sighs. Brushing their noses together as she stares into Rumi’s eyes. ‘You promise?’ Rumi nods, serious. ‘I promise.’ Mira closes the distance and steals a kiss, before crushing Rumi into her chest. ‘Okay. I’ll trust you. But I need you to stay safe. If anything happened to you… I just don’t know what I’d do.’ Rumi giggles. ‘Why does hearing that make me really happy?’

‘Rumi!’ Mira sighs into their hold. ‘You’re a dummy. But you’re my dummy, okay?’ She nods. ‘Yeah. Not your friend?’ Mira looks down to catch her gaze and finds the officer wearing a shit eating grin.

‘I’m never going to hear the end of that, am I?’ Rumi just smiles. ‘Nope. Not from either of us.’ With an exasperated sigh, Mira settles in and lets her eyes close. ‘Sweet dreams, Rumi.’ The shorter girl simply cuddles into her side. ‘Yeah. Sweet dreams, Mir.’

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To be continued…

Chapter Text

Zoey🐢12:42pm

Rumi!!!! Hi!!!!

Zoey🐢12:42pm

You’re off today, right!?

Zoey🐢12:42pm

Come over??????

Zoey🐢12:42pm

Plz?????? 🥹🥰🙈🙇‍♀️🙏😭

Rumi snorts. She’s never met someone who texts so… enthusiastically. Leaning forward in her front split, she taps out a reply.

RUMI🥰🥰🥰12:43pm

…sure? Lemme shower then I can be over in twenty?

Zoey🐢12:43pm

YAYAYAYAYAY!

Zoey🐢12:43pm

PRE DATE HANG

Zoey🐢12:43pm

C U SOON

Zoey🐢12:43pm

BRING UR DANCE SHOOS

Rumi snorts at that. She pushes back to standing and rolls up her yoga mat. Returning it to its home in her linen closet, her phone vibrates from its place on the floor.

Zoey🐢12:44pm

FML

Zoey🐢12:44pm

*SHOWS

Zoey🐢12:44pm

**SHOES 😝

Ascending in the main elevator (they finally gave her access when dance practice became a thing), Rumi fixes her hair in the mirror. Wearing some light grey sweats and an oversized, orange work hood, she wonders if she should have dressed up a little more. Put in… more effort. Or something like that.

The doors slide open, and she catches Zoey crouched by the entrance tapping intently on her phone. Spotting Rumi, she races over and throws herself into her arms as she squeals in excitement. ‘Rumiiiiiii! Hi! You came!’ The older girl has to laugh at that. ‘What do you mean? Of course I came, silly.’

Zoey just grins, a pale pink dusting her cheeks as she leans in to steal a kiss. ‘I mean, I know, but… ugh! C’mere!’ Before she knows it’s she’s been thrust back into the elevator and Zoey is mashing the button for the studio level a few floors down. ‘I did a thing! Well, I bullied Mira into teaching me a thing. Bobby and I were creeping on the cameras and it looked sooooooo fun! So! Kaja?’

Zoey bounces excitedly on her heels as the firefighter changes her shoes over, already wearing some slick Feiyue kicks with zero traction that will be perfect for spins.

Rumi looks up bemusedly as Zoey flicks on ‘Whippin’ by Kiiara and offers her hands. ‘Soooooo… can I lead? Mira’s a terrible listener, I think it’ll be more fun with you.’ Rumi snorts with laughter. ‘Funnily enough, that’s exactly why I didn’t bother teaching her how to follow this close to competition. Maybe with both of us we’ll get through.’

Rumi slips into her arms, feeling Zoey’s slender wrist wrap itself snugly around her waist. There’s an immediate difference in their styles. Mira’s lead is heavy, solid. Cutting like a woldo through the music; all power and precision as she navigates the dance floor.

Zoey is… lighter. Fingers whispering their contact against her skin, her eyes flashing in recognition as they pull back into stretch. If Mira is like a spear Zoey is like… a dagger. A shinkal. Something tiny, delicate, and wicked fast. Strength not coming from size or steel, but from daring and intent.

Breathing on the first hit, Zoey springs her out onto the floor. Fingers grazing across her body through every move; she places a hand on Rumi’s hip for a recoil with a wink before slipping through a cross-change and spinning her backhanded across the floor. Zoey bounces with the song. Gently flinging Rumi into back to back whips, her hands skate her shoulder blades to ask for more tension; giving her a moment of stability to lead into their next turn.

Hearing a drop approach, Rumi grins. Reaching for Zoey’s forearm, she places a firm grim on the taut muscle and winks. Zoey’s eyes widen as she steals the lead; slinging a firm hand around the shorter girl’s waist and taking her shoulder to slide her back into submission.

Zoey giggles as Rumi takes charge- steering her across the floor with cheeky foot taps and slides that she mirrors perfectly; bodies in synch as they groove to the song. It cuts out and Rumi pulls Zoey in to closed position; finishing chest to chest and wrapped tightly together. Zoey watches her with wide eyed wonder.

‘Holy… shit… Rumi. No wonder you’re such a crazy person with the hours you pull. That was so. much. fun! I had no idea you can swap!’ She looks of thoughtfully. ‘It’s a shame we can’t do it with three people.’ Still in closed, Rumi leans in to steal a kiss. ‘It’s funny you say that. Just wait until I show you  and Mira how to steal.’ Zoey’s eyes light up. ‘That sounds like fun! Please! I’ll make a playlist!’

Her enthusiasm is infectious. Rumi has to grin. ‘I mean hey, go wild. As long as it fits in the timing you can use literally any song.’ Something passes over Zoey’s face. Something… thoughtful.

‘Hey, Rumi?’ Zoey blinks up at her, sweaty and all smiles. ‘Can I, uh… show you something? If that’s okay?’ Mystified, the taller girl just nods. ‘Okay, yay! Kaja!’ With a kiss on the cheek Zoey leads her back into the elevator, bursting out the doors and dragging her out into the penthouse the moment they arrive. Veering left into her room, she pushes Rumi into her desk chair and crouches down next to her computer desk as she pulls up a new track. Rumi blinks as it pops up on the screen. While she remembers all Zoey’s other tracks being colour coded all cutesie pastels and rainbow hues, every layer on this one is a bright, arterial red.

Offering her some headphones, Zoey shoots her a nervous smile. ‘So… you know how I’m alone a lot? We already wrapped our next album, and some of your work stories got me thinking… so I pivoted. And this happened. I, ah, haven’t told Mir’ yet…’ she grimaces, ‘…I don’t know if she’d approve. But, let me know what you think? It’s better with headphones than on a speaker.’

A touch anxiously, Rumi slides the headset over her head, and Zoey cranks up the volume almost all the way. A grating, electronic pounding takes over. Peeling back her skin and making her bones shudder.

“Fuck, can you run me from the top? I was distracted.”

She shoots Zoey a confused look. It’s… definitely not K-pop. Or kid friendly.

“Wanna die… bitch!”

“Fucked up, wanna die,

Fill me with formaldehyde

Sharp tongue, sharper knife

Drown you out with cyanide

I need that autopsy, toxicology

Cause of death is you shit talking me

Push you off my rooftop

As I make a wish while your body drop”

It’s… violent. And clever. And cuts like a knife. With a harsh crash the song cuts out, and she looks up at the girl perched next to her. Watching her tentatively as she fidgets. ‘So…?’

‘Zoey….’ she grins, ‘it’s incredible. Shibal. I had no idea you wrote stuff like this. It’s… dark, but good. And that beat… did you know we could dance to this?’

Zoey blushes, looking pleased. ‘Okay, yay! I, uh, I know. Back in the day, when we were juniors, I used to be a part of the Seoul underground rap scene. But when we got big, uh… they have pretty strong feelings about K-pop artists. They feel that it ‘dilutes’ your talent. That you’re selling out for a label and some cash. And I… I miss it. Don’t get me wrong, I like this.’ She gestures at the room. ‘I just… I don’t see why I can’t do both? Everyone thinks I’m so cute and dorky but… why can’t I have layers?’

Rumi looks up at her and grins. ‘Like an onion?’ Zoey looks at her blankly for a moment. ‘Like a… ugh! Rumi! That’s Mira’s favourite cartoon and I hate it! It’s so dumb!’ Rumi cracks up. ‘What!? No way. It’s all true love and be yourself, isn’t that your whole deal?’ Zoey shoots her daggers as Rumi snickers. ‘Also, uh… I might have had to re-watch it with the boys. Did you know that Mira was out there picking up girls on the internet with Shrek jokes?’

Zoey’s eyes blow out wide with shock. ‘No… way! Please tell me you have screenshots!’ Rumi snickers, fishing out her phone and handing it over. Zoey skims the screen, and then looks up with a snort. ‘That’s… actually kind of brilliant. “Mirror.” What an ass. Well. She clearly has game.’ She gestures at Rumi. Leaning forward, Rumi yanks Zoey’s sweater and pulls her in for a kiss. ‘I can think of someone else with pretty good game.’ Zoey blushes a bright, pleased pink. ‘Y-you think?’

Rumi rolls her eyes. ‘Zoeyyyyyy. I know. Please.’ Still pink, Zoey leans in for a kiss. ‘Okay, good. That’s uh, yeah. That’s good.’ Not used to seeing the younger girl so flustered, Rumi gives her a gentle nudge. ‘It sure is. So.’ She pulls out her phone. ‘The boys and I are going out tonight, so you have me for a maximum of… three more hours. What do you want to do with that time?’

Zoey pulls back. Looking thoughtful. For all of two seconds, before her eyes light up and she grins. ‘Shower and go out? I’m dying to go to one of those DIY cafes, but Mir has been waaaaaay too busy!’ Rumi shoots her a skeptical glance. ‘Won’t you… be… uh… recognised?’ Zoey just winks. ‘Nuh uh. I have a secret. You’ll see!’

Having raided Mira’s closet and stolen her shower (she couldn’t resist leaving 멋지네요 on the mirror in red lipstick,) Rumi waits perched on the sofa as she scrolls on her phone. Someone clears their throat behind her, so she turns to look. And her jaw drops.

Zoey has gone for cute skate-style casual. Baggy green cargos under a white cropped tee - a yellow Norigae next to a tiny turtle key-chain on a carabiner hanging off a belt slung low across her hips. But what steals Rumi’s breath isn’t her dewy skin beneath minimal makeup and wide, smiling eyes. Zoey’s hair hangs loose around her face in soft waves. She looks… stunning. Flawless. Almost like a princess.

Noticing Rumi’s stare, she coughs awkwardly into her hand to hide the flush trying to creep up her neck. ‘Uh… hi.’ Clearing the sofa with an effortless vault, Rumi strides across the room and takes Zoey’s face in both her hands before drawing her in for a kiss. ‘Hi. Wow. You look… beautiful.’ Zoey loses the battle - cheeks burning pink as she stammers. ‘Ah.. I… thanks?’ Rumi winks, kissing her again. ‘No problem. Shall we go?’

With a bashful grin Zoey threads their hands together and leads her back to the elevator.  A triple train transfer later they’re headed down a bright, cheery shopping street when Zoey veers right into a shop branded as SUNOA - a cheery man waving a needle on a sign next to a window filled with brightly decorated bags and hats.

A attendant bows with a smile, ‘몇 분이세요?’ Zoey holds up two fingers, and two brightly coloured plastic baskets are thrust their way before they find themselves ushered over to racks upon racks of tiny iron-on patches. Zoey squeals with excitement, immediately lunching for a fistful of sea creatures. ‘RUMI! There are so many! How will I ever decide!?’

Rumi sighs, leaning over to wrap an arm around Zoey’s waist as she takes in the massive array of tiny accessories. ‘I honestly don’t know. Maybe you’ll have to make Mira one too. Here, she’ll like this.’ Rumi grabs a spiky looking teddy, placing it in Zoey’s basket. ‘Zo?’ Looking over, she sees Zoey has frozen in place. Looking up at her with pink cheeks and big eyes as she leans into her hand. ‘…Zo?’

The shorter girl snaps out of it, placing a kiss on her cheek. ‘I… yeah! I love it. Key chains?’ Rumi grins, pulling Zoey close. ‘I think that’s a good idea. We have to give you a natural limit somehow, right?’ Zoey pokes her tongue out, before she squeals and lunges for something on the other side of the rack. ‘OMG! A record! Mira will love this!’

Rumi laughs, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder before she drifts away. Honestly, this isn’t really her thing. She’s a minimalist at the best of times. But she can make Zoey one. And… she grins. Jinu. He won’t know what to do with his face.

She’s over at the ironing station with her two when Zoey races up with a basket that is overflowing with charms. ‘Rumi! Help! I can’t decide! Aww, you didn’t wait for me!?’ Rumi just grins. ‘Close your eyes and hold out your hands.’ Zoey’s eyes grow wide with excitement, before she claps a hand across them and holds the other one out for her present. Rumi delicately drops it into her palm. And waits. Zoey drops her hand away from her eyes and gasps. Clapping it over her mouth instead.

Rumi went for simplicity. On a pale aqua background she’s added in a scattering of green and pink flowers to make a coral reef, and had an attendant stitch ZOEY in bold, looping font in a sunshine yellow thread. Swimming around the side are three turtles - and on the back three hearts. Blue and purple and pink. Looking up, she’s startled to find that Zoey’s eyes have filled with tears. ‘Zo…? Are… you… okay…?’

Zoey just nods as she sniffles. Looking up at Rumi with an ear to ear grin as she clutches her treasure to her chest. ‘Are you sure this isn’t a date? Because this officially feels like a date.’ Rumi’s mind briefly flicks back to Mira. But only for a moment. She can process that later.

‘I… uh… I would you like it to be?’ Zoey nods vigorously with shining eyes. ‘Heck. Yes! Okay.’ She rustles through her basket thoughtfully. ‘Let’s do Mira’s together, then I’m gonna have to go back out to make you one. Who’s your other one for?’ Rumi grins. ‘My best friend. The biggest pain in my ass.’ Zoey fingers a peach shaped patch and snorts when she sees an explosion emoji hovering nearby. ‘Subtle. Okay. Let’s do it!’

An attendant helps them iron on their patches into a cute design. Zoey’s made Mira a half-and-half: one side all angry teddies and rock and roll on a black background. Flipping it over, she’s picked a pink backing and layered it with hearts and flowers. Rumi grins. ‘I know exactly how she’s gonna react to that. I’ll try not to get too jealous.’ Zoey blushes as she sticks her tongue out. ‘Rude! But fair. Although…’

She looks up hopefully. ‘You’d be welcome to join? If… if you ever wanted?’ Rumi flushes a bright scarlet. Looking down intently at her master peice for Jinu. On one side, next to a fire truck and helmet patch with his name written in all caps, she’s put a string of hearts. On the backing she’s been… a little less friendly. Stitched next to her exploding peach, she’s had an attendant stitch 바보 in bright white thread. Zoey snorts with delight. ‘You are so funny. I have to meet him one day… Jinu. Oooh, an idea!’

She claps her hand together and bows. ‘This is so fun… you have more friends, right!? The ones you’re seeing tonight? Can we make more? Please?’ One look at Zoey’s puppy dog eyes and she knows she’s a goner. She sighs, pulling out her camera roll. ‘Okay. So, these are the 사자 boys…’

An hour later, they’re surrounded by finished key chains and Rumi’s finger tips have officially gone numb. Each one has been carefully tailored to its recipient’s preferences and personality. They’ve even done one for Jinu’s little sister, Jiwoo - she’ll be visiting the station on the weekend.

Zoey sighs happily as she views their work. Scattering some stray patches onto her work station, she snaps a picture of hers and Mira’s keychains for socials. Rumi gives her a look as she begins packing down. ‘Hey… you didn’t make one for yourself. What about all your turtles?’

Zoey just shakes her head. ‘아니. The one you made me is perfect. I couldn’t possibly top that.’ Rumi looks down as she clears her own workstation. Quietly pleased at the praise. Taking their dockets from the attendant, Zoey swipes Rumi’s and heads to the til. ‘Don’t even think about it. Can’t have you telling Mira I’m a cheap date.’

Rumi just rolls her eyes. Checking the time, they walk a small ways down the covered shopping street and duck into a small boba shop. Zoey insists on paying, so Rumi reluctantly lets the idol get her a brown sugar milk tea. Zoey grins, offering for a cheers with her taro boba. ‘Jaan!’

Perched on a seat outside, they enjoy people watching as they sip; fingers entwined across the centre of the bench as they sneak shy glances at each other when they think the other isn’t looking. Zoey squeezes her hand. ‘So. One week left. You excited?’ Blushing, Rumi nods.

‘Yeah. I… I don’t want to get my hopes up, but maybe we have a shot at placing? Nothing on my old partner, but Mira’s just that good. She’s easily overtaken me, and she’s only got five weeks on my eight years.’ Zoey nods thoughtfully. ‘So you started in your.. teens?’ Rumi shoots her a scandalised look. ‘아니요! Zoey! How old do you think I am!?’

Zoey’s brow furrows as she considers. ‘Uh, like… twenty four?’ Rumi bursts out laughing. ‘What!? No! Zo, I’ll be thirty next month.’ Zoey giggles as she raises her hands in defence. ‘Okay okay! Mianhe. I just… I thought you were younger than me? I turned twenty eight in June.’ Rumi’s jaw drops. ‘Wait but… I thought you were younger than that!? What made you think you were older?’ Zoey winks. ‘No reason. Absolutely nothing to do with the absolute circus going on between you and my beautiful girlfriend.’ Rumi grimaces. Okay… fair.

Zoey elbows her. ‘So! Birthday! Are you doing anything?’ She punctuates with a wink. Rumi groans. ‘I hope not. Jinu always makes me celebrate, but this year it’s the day after the Seoul Metropolitan charity gala. My aunt always makes me go, and it wipes me out. Zoey’s eyes widen. ‘Wait… who’s your aunt?’ Rumi gives her a puzzled look. ‘Celine Kim. I thought you knew…’

Zoey lunges for her phone, boba forgotten. ‘OMG! I thought your face looked familiar! This is you, right?’ Typing furiously on her phone Zoey pulls up a Forbes article. A recent photo of Rumi and Celine is front and centre - wearing complimentary, expensive looking ball gowns on a red carpet. Rumi’s hair swept up into an elegant top knot, she looks directly at the camera with a Mona Lisa smile as Celine rests a proud hand on her shoulder. Below is a much older photo for contrast - Celine in a blue pants suit with both hands resting on a tiny Rumi’s shoulders as she grins up in a pink, tulle fairy dress.

Rumi grimaces. ‘Yup. That’s me. The failed heiress. Comes back like a bad penny every year to haunt me.’ Zoey leans in, squeezing her hand. ‘You can’t mean that.’ Rumi shakes her head. ‘But I do. It’s… I was supposed to follow in her footsteps. In theory I’m still in line to inherit the company and her billions, but I just…’ she sighs. ‘It’s… it’s not me. Technically I can do it, and Celine makes me attend a board meeting once in a blue moon as well as sending me regular company updates. But I…’ she turns her gaze skyward, ‘…the fire service is everything I want to do. Everything I want to be. I can’t imaging turning down being in the field to being trapped behind a desk. Trade dark, awful jokes with the boys for stiff small talk at some boring networking event. It’s… not me. I don’t know if it’ll ever be.’

She gives Zoey a sharp look. ‘How about you? You’ve got your secret music compositions, and we haven’t even touched on your drawings. They’re… amazing. Is it just a hobby, or….?’ Zoey sighs. Flipping open her Instagram, her feed is filled with videos of tattoo artists across the world. ‘I wish. There’s enough of a stigma here without the added hurdle of having to keep it secret. Who would take me as an apprentice? Not to mention, who would take me as an apprentice and agree to keep it quiet? There’s no way it would work. The fans would find out, people would swarm, the police would find out… and they’d have to arrest me. I’m no medical doctor.’ She sighs. ‘It’s just a really pretty pipe dream. Maybe in another lifetime I can make the music I want and cover people in pretty pictures. But not now.’

Rumi slides in closer, pulling Zoey in to rest her head on her shoulder. ‘That’s… fair. I get that. No pressure, but Abby’s girlfriend is a tattoo artist. Let me know if you want me to start putting out feelers for something small, yeah?’ Zoey leans up to place a soft kiss on her cheek. ‘You’re sweet. This is exactly why Mira and I like you so much.’ She sighs.

‘Maybe. We’ve been Huntr/x for nearly a decade. And I love it… but I’m tired. It’s a lot. And having no real days off sucks. I want a family one day, but with… this? Forget about it. And it’s a lot of pressure. We’ve been number one in Korea since our second year. Mira won’t say it, but I know it’s wearing her down. That’s why I’m so glad you came along.’ Zoey shoots her a tiny smile. ‘It’s nice to see her dancing for herself again. No pressure. No crowds. No dollar value. Just… Mira.’

Rumi hums thoughtfully as she pulls the idol in close and rests her chin atop Zoey’s head. It… makes sense. All of it. And turns up a depressing kind of contrast on the whole ‘rich and famous’ thing they have going on. She curls a hand protectively into Zoey’s side as she casts her mind back. To all the early mornings when the girls are up and gone. Late nights of Zoey trapped at her computer. One weekend off a month. Yikes.

She lays a gentle kiss on Zoey’s head. ‘Thank you. For trusting me with this. For what it’s worth, I think Mira will love your song.’ Zoey looks up, hopeful. ‘You think?’ Rumi cups her chin, looking into her eyes. ‘I do. It’s impressive. Put it on your playlist for our next dance session, okay?’ With a giggle, Zoey stands, pulling Rumi to her feet. ‘Deal. You’re headed central, right? Walk me to my train?’

Grabbing their empty cups, Rumi grins. ‘Deal.’ She waves Zoey goodbye at the barrier, promising to tell her what the boys think of their presents. Just before she goes, Zoey snatches her wrist, placing a wrapped package in her hand with a bow. ‘Uh. This is your one. Open it at home and tell me what you think, okay?’ And then she’s gone. Rumi looks down at the purple tissue in her hands and smiles. That’ll be something to look forward to with her hangover coffee. Stuffing it deep in her pocket, she makes her way over to her subway line. The bag of gifts for the lads hitting her leg as she walks. She might have to pull the girl card to get them to accept… but it’s absolutely worth it for how much fun she had making them with Zoey. For how much Zoey enjoyed every step.

Emerging from the Seoul subway station, she cuts across the bus station and heads towards the palace. Cutting off through a side street to ascend the stairs to a chain beer garden, she hears the raucous sounds of her maknae before she’s even halfway up the narrow, golden stairs. Jinu spies her and they cheer - holding up jugs of beer and fistfuls of Soju. She rolls her eyes and squeezes into the sticky booth, punching Abby in the shoulder as she shrugs her sweater off.

‘Ya. Blockheads. You started without me?’ Ro-Woon flicks a daerong at her across the table. ‘Whaddya mean chief-nim? We said six, and it’s five fifty. You’re late, slacker.’ Baby piles in. ‘Yeah, what happened to setting the standard, plus…’ he yanks at her tee shirt. ‘This isn’t yours. You’ve been with a girl.’ The boys holler and jeer- slamming their pint glasses on the table as they draw stares from other patrons, Rumi laughing as she waves her hands for them to simmer down.

‘Yeah yeah. And she made you presents, so be nice and accept them for me, okay?’ Handing out the key chains, the lads are rife with inebriated excitement as they share them around and chatter about each one. ‘Ya!? Ro, she totally dished on you. Look at all these broken hearts!?’ ‘You can hardly talk man. Are those supposed to be… your abs!? That’s hilarious.’

Jinu takes his with a guffaw, and she passes over Jiwoon’s wrapped in pink tissue. ‘We made one for your sister. Don’t you dare lose it!’ Lunging for Jinu’s tag, Mystery snickers. ‘Hah! You are a pain in the asshole - they got that right. Class.’

Remembering where they came from, the boys turn on her as one. Breaking into matching, menacing grins, as Mystery holds out a cup for Rumi with both hands that Baby eagerly tops off with soju. Rolling her eyes, she downs it in one to noisy cheers as they jostle her shoulders excitedly. ‘Ya! So. The girl. Is it B-cup? Or someone new?’

Rumi groans. Of course they remember. Jesus. ‘아니. New one.’ The boys cheer as they prepare soju bombs - balancing shot glasses on chopsticks over half pints of beer. They look to her eagerly, so she pounds the table to make her shot glass fall before she drains the whole disgusting concoction in one. They follow suite - clapping her on the back as Baby does another two handed pour into her glass and she fondly rolls her eyes. The slow soak of inebriation starting to wash through her system, and she giggles as she offers a cheers before draining her glass and gesturing palm up for a refill.

‘D-cup made your presents. She hopes you like them.’ There’s a brief pause. Before the boys are on their feet whooping and cheering. A nearby table of tourists give them a concerned look and stand up to leave, but they don’t even notice. ‘Jinjja! D! An upgrade! Is she also a supermodel?’

Rumi just grins. ‘Five foot four, dark hair, dark eyes. Maybe the prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on.’ Jinu looks across at her with a devious grin. ‘So… no more 내꺼?’ Rumi flinches. ‘Uh. Not exactly. I might be seeing… both?’ She takes a swig from one of the bottles on the table as the lads chatter excitedly. ‘Chief! Aigo! You dog! You’re even worse than Romance-nim. So. Who’s more serious? The cute little one, or the sexy tall one?’ Rumi pulls a face. ‘Pass. Both?’

Jinu wraps his arms around Abby and Ro-woon as he sits back with a predatory grin. ‘Uh huh. So who are you taking to the Korean Open? Maybe we should buy tickets. Support our fearless leader out of the station…’ Rumi leans across the table to push him in the chest. ‘Ya. Don’t get cheeky. You already know the answer to that.’

Baby waves his phone excitedly. ‘I found it! Fall, fall in swing. Spectator tickets… only W5000! I’ll buy five!’ Abby is busy tapping on his own phone. ‘Here we go! Aish! List of contestants. Kim, Rumi and… Han, Sunjoo. Oooh! Cute name. For a cute girl?’ They all look up at her expectantly. Baby’s thumb hovers over the purchase tickets button.

Maybe if she was a little more sober she’d intervene. Or if she hadn’t been romanced by a beautiful girl all afternoon. Or if she hadn’t spent five months haplessly pining over her situationship. But she isn’t. She was. And she has.

‘Aigo. Do what you want. We’ll be too busy to say hi to you anyway. She’s shy, as soon as we’re done dancing there’s a good change she’ll vanish. Your money, your mistake to make. Jinjja.’ Baby grins wickedly. ‘Done! We look forward to it… sajjangnim.’ The boys raise their full glasses as one. ‘SAJJANGNIM’ draining them before they exchange high-fives and fist bumps as Rumi sits back and enjoys the unfolding chaos.

Jinu has finished twisting up the stems from their pile of soju bottle caps, and hands the first one to her with two hands. Flicking the stem, she passes it on with a wink. The table exploding as Romance dislodges the twisted metal and Jinu and Baby down their drinks. With a smirk, Jinu hands her the next one. ‘So. You’re not five foot four… whose clothes are those? Don’t tell me you wore B-cup’s clothes to a date with D-cup?’

The lads explode. Screaming over each other as they vie for attention. Just at that time Abby dislodges the next bottle cap stem, and Rumi and Mystery down their drinks. ‘Aish. Maybe. She dosen’t mind.’ Jinu’s eyes flash. ‘Dangerous game, chief. Aren’t you looking for something serious?’

Rumi sighs. And then in an uncharacteristically relaxed move, lets the alcohol do the talking. ‘Aish. I swear it’s fine. They’re roommates. So they both know, and they’re both happy. And it… it could get serious? We’ve already talked about kids.’

Jinu drops the next bottle cap. Abby and Mystery sharing a horrified glance before looking back at her. It’s Baby who breaks the silence. ‘Jinjja? Chief…?’ Blushing, drunk, she nods. A current chases through the group. The boys leaning in like a group of ajumah, delving into quiet chatter as they pepper her with questions.

‘Jinjja! Chief, how long have you been dating?’ ‘How old are they?’ ‘Do they have good jobs?’ ‘Who’s going to carry the baby if there are three of you?’ Jinu clears his throat.

‘When are you introducing them to Celine?’

Rumi groans, flipping onto the sticky formatica tabletop. ‘Ugh. Take those words and put them back in your mouth. I’m in denial that Celine will ever find out. You know the first thing she’ll do is force a marriage proposal. She’s desperate for grandkids.’

Abby wolf whistles. ‘Damn! Getting busy chief. So, wait…’ he puts his head in his hands, ‘so, if you have three eggs and no sperms… who’s making the baby?’ Sensing shit to stir, Jinu raises his hand as he winks. ‘Obviously it’s me, the best friend.’ Rumi pulls back, repulsed. ‘Eww, no, Jinu.’

Abby flexes and pops the buttons off his shirt. ‘Obviously it’s me.’ Baby claps his hands on the table. ‘Oooh! We should draw straws! Waiter!’ Which is how the drunk table of service men somehow come to the conclusion that baby one will indeed be Jinu’s, followed by Abby, and tightly contended by Romance for baby three. Rumi thinks she’s going to wet herself laughing.

‘Guys… no… please… with love, I don’t want any of your sperm anywhere near my ovaries. Thanks.’ Abby slings an arm around her shoulder. ‘That’s the beauty of it, chief-nim. We can’t even imagine you taking nine months off. We’ll knock up your girlfriends instead, okay?’

Rumi freezes. A trickle of reality stabbing through her inebriated state. Jinu picks up on it immediately. ‘Jinjja. Rumi. They’re not even your girlfriends? Babe. What are you doing?’ The boys immediately go into big brother mode. Piling on suggestions to wring a courtship out of her mysterious lovers - from threats to convoluted k-drama-esque schemes.

Abby’s phone goes, it’s his girlfriend. The boys immediately kick off again, plying her with requests - from demands of pegging proof to requests for free tattoos. She good naturedly persists with her request to know where Abby has hung her uniform, breaking into a smile as she catches their senior in the background. ‘Hey Rumi. They behaving for ya?’ Baby snatches the phone. ‘DID YOU KNOW ABBY MIGHT NOT BE THE ONLY ONE WITH A GIRLFRIEND?!?’ She laughs, shooting Rumi a thumbs up. ‘Good job, chief. Happy for you. Okay, babe, I have to go. If you’re too drunk, stay with one of the boys, okay? I have an 8am booking tomorrow.’

Abby takes the phone back to drunkenly make goo-goo eyes at his partner. ‘De. I love you! Sweet dreams.’ The table immediately devolves into roasting Abby and his gentle nature around his girlfriend. Rumi breathes a sigh of relief. For now, she’s off the hook.

In true Korean style, they go all night. Stumbling out of a nightclub at five am to track down some greasy sustenance before waiting for the trains to start running again at six. Reaching for her phone so she can kakao pay, Rumi sees she has new messages.   

내꺼❤️ 09:42pm

Enjoy your big night cutie. Thanks for the present. Here’s one for you.

내꺼❤️ 09:42pm
IMG. JPEG.

Ducking into the convenience store toilet, Rumi clicks into the attachment. And gasps. 

Mira holds the phone up to the mirror on the wardrobe door opposite her bed. And reflected in it… is Zoey. Head lolled back against Mira’s shoulder in a moan, reaching behind her to grasp for her girlfriend as Mira reaches around Zoey’s front with her free hand to plunge two fingers into her hot, wet cunt. Although Zoey’s eyes are shuttered in bliss, Mira stares directly into the camera. Smirking. Begging for retaliation.

Rumi shudders. Fuck. She’s definitely too drunk to be sending nudes. Exiting the bathroom, she waves the boys over. ‘Ya! Morons! Get over here for a photo for my girls!’ The boys eagerly, drunkenly, pile in; holding up their prized keychains like awards from a martial arts tournament. ‘Say soju’

‘SOJU!’

The boys fall apart giggling, before they return to raiding the meal cabinet. Standing around outside, Jinu hands Rumi a microwave bulgolgi burger that she eagerly accepts. ‘Ugh. This is why I love you. My hero.’

Jinu just winks. ‘Princess, I hope I’m never your hero. I’ll take this instead, ya?’ She grins, pulling up their photo to examine one last time before she sends. They’re all.. pissed. Slack jawed and sloppy eyed as they lean against each other in a desperate pantomime of sobriety. She snorts. It’s perfect.

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IMG. JPEG.

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Jinjja. No words. Boobs. Boys say thank you to Zoey. C u 2nite x

They stumble down to the subway just before six, and with a mock salute she splits off towards the Gangnam circuit. As she fumbles with her phone to play some music for the trip home, a message comes in.

내꺼❤️ 06:01am
Hah. You’re cute. Check your mirror: I win.

Back in her apartment, she turns on her bathroom light and pauses. Eyes wide as she takes it in. Spread out next to the sink in an orderly pile is a selection of hangover cures. Electrolyte drinks and little energy poppers, next to a selection of pain killers and a box of herbal tea. But that isn’t what makes her pause. Scrawled in neat, looping handwriting in a dark red lipstick someone has left a message on her mirror. 내가 꿈꾸던 여자예요 - you’re the girl of my dreams.

A goofy, drunken smile crosses her face. She’s so fucked. And maybe, just maybe, she’s okay with it.

—-

To be continued…

Chapter Text

06:49am

Rumi groans, curling into Mira as an alarm goes off. Zoey snorts distantly - still asleep as she lies starfished across the two older girls. Mira hits snooze, turning to cup Rumi’s cheek and brush their noses together. ‘Hey champion… you ready?’

07:24am

The girls are hunched over Mira’s vanity as they apply minimal, classy makeup. Zoey sitting on the edge of the bed as she watches with interest and munches on some prawn chips. Suddenly, she gasps. Thundering out into the hallway. She returns with a glittery makeup pallet and a few pottles of stage glitter. ‘For luck? Please?’

07:34am

Mira swipes Rumi’s empty smoothie glass (she’s just thankful no one has tried to make her eat anything solid,) and with a kiss on the head makes her way back into the kitchen. Zoey’s eyes light up as Rumi stands and she notices something. ‘Rumi! Is that my…’ she grins. ‘Of course, Zo. You’re my lucky charm, and I know how badly you wish you could be there today.’ Attached to a carabiner on her cargos is her own norigae, and a fashion key tag from a craft store. Minimal, yet classy, it features a purple background encrusted with tasteful silver stars and three animals: a white cat, a black crow, and a blue cat. On the back someone has carefully stitched ‘가자’ in silver thread.

07:52am

The elevator doors close on a furiously waving Zoey, and Rumi leans into Mira with a sigh. As per their agreement, they’ve done their best to shoot for a more subtle look. Wearing matching black skater cargo pants - each accented with their own norigae - they both wear a black long sleeve under an oversized white tee and matching silver chains. Mira has taken out her piercings and tied her hair up, and Rumi is… shocked… at how effective it is. She looks… younger. Under her white face mask, maybe someone particularly dense could think she was a foreigner. Mira looks down at her fondly, running a hand through Rumi’s hair that hangs loose around her shoulders. The doors open.

08:34am

Mira holds still at the registration desk as Rumi decides where to pin her contestant number. Holding it up to her lower back, she swoops in with three safety pins (for luck,) and secures it. Her own number is in the same place, just a little lower down. Numbers 44 and 66. She hopes that isn’t a bad omen.

09:12am

The girls are milling on the main floor with the other contestants when she hears a holler. ‘CHEIF-NIM! 화이팅!’ Rumi groans, turning to look to the top of some nearby bleachers as her boys fall in. Politely bowing and letting the adult parents of contestants go first as they thread their way right up into the back row where they unfurl a giant banner. ‘가자 CHEIF RUMI AND GIRLFRIEND.’ Mira grins from under her mask, cheeks dusted a pale pink. ‘Uh huh. So I take it you told them all about me?’ Rumi groans, mortified.

‘Ugh…. I told them to behave. It’s a dance meet not a sports game. Hang on. I’ll be right back. She makes her way across the room to have a word. Across the hall, an organiser has clearly had the same idea, looking concerned as they look at the mass of glitter and paint shining down from the back wall. Looking up, Mira sees they’re watching her. Well, nothing for it. She waves, and the boys excitedly wave back; shooting her finger hearts across the floor.

9:16am

Rumi makes her way back, looking far less stressed. ‘It’s okay. Jinu and Abby charmed the organiser and they understand there’s no cheering during competition rounds, and no cheerleading, period. Thank god.’ She offers Mira a shaky smile. Mira who simply slings an arm around her waist and lays a masked kiss on her head. ‘Well, that’s good. So… girlfriend?’ Rumi stiffens. ‘Ah… I… it’s not… I told you we went out drinking, right? Well…’

—-

A week before

Afternoon sunlight streams in through an open bedroom door to hit an unlucky recipient full in the face. Rumi groans. Her tongue like sandpaper in her mouth, she shakily sits up bleary eyed and nauseous. Yuck. She reeks of beer. How much did they even drink…?

Looking over at her phone, she sees the chat has blown up. Classic. At least they had a good night. Stretching, she rolls out of bed where she apparently collapsed fully clothed, and something rustles in her pocket. Huh. Odd. Ferreting around, she withdraws a squished purple tissue wrapped… thing. Oh god. Zoey.

It all comes flooding back. Dancing. Their date. The boys. The… she groans… competition. Padding over to open her phone, the boys are riotously excited about being given permission to attend. Already loudly scheming about her girlfriend situation (which is… fine… but could they not do it in a chat she’s a part of?)

She drafts a text to Mira. Because she guesses she can’t just blindside her with their new fanclub. Who may or may not be a legitimate part of the Huntr/x nation. Periodically they’ll film a TikTok at the station, and they always go viral. What’s not to love about five jacked firefighters body rolling half naked to the hottest new K-pop songs?

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Heyyyyyy, so I got kinda wasted and the boys are….

She pauses. No. It’s. She’s not in high school.

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Hey Mira, can we talk?

She deletes it. No. Nope. Absolutely not. Thankfully, she’s saved by an incoming message.

내꺼❤️ 04:45pm

Hey cutie pie. You alive?

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Ugh. Barely. Thank you for the electrolytes, you are a saint.

내꺼❤️ 04:46pm

No sweat! You looked pretty wasted in that photo, so I’m glad I did. We still on for six thirty?

Rumi groans. Fuck. Dancing. She’d give it a strong sixty/forty that spinning will make her puke tonight…. But also they’re six days out.

내꺼❤️ 04:47pm

Suggestion? Based on the theory you’re currently feeling even worse than you look in that photo.

Rumi grins. She can’t even be offended, it’s true.

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Please 🙏

내꺼❤️ 04:47pm

Hah. Cute. I’ll come over and rescue you, and we’ll reassess. After a shower and some food maybe you’ll be more human. Yeah?

(God, she’d give her right hand for some of Mira’s cooking right now.)

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Deal. Just invite yourself in, I’m pretty feral and might still be in the shower.

내꺼❤️ 04:48pm

Noted. You’re quite the charmer. Also please text Zoey, she’s convinced you hate or have lost her present. See you soon x

With a groan, Rumi rolls back onto the bed to lunge for the wrapped.. thingi. It’s kinda squished after all night in a damp pocket, she’s gonna have to wash and iron it later. Tearing off the soggy tissue paper, she grins. ‘Zoey.’ It’s perfect. Cute, yet classy, and clearly meant to represent the bond the three of them share. She’s definitely putting this on her dance bag.

Rumi🥰🥰🥰 04:50pm

Zo! I love it, thank you. It’s going to come everywhere with me.

Zoey🐢 04:50pm

RUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Zoey🐢 04:50pm

M SO GLAD U LIKE IT!!!

Zoey🐢 04:50pm

Ik you were hella wasted, but I have been SO STRESSED ALL DAY 🙈

Zoey🐢 04:50pm

Phew

Zoey🐢 04:51pm

Oh, btw Mira just left. So id get ur fuckin skates on - I bet you’re soooooo nasty right now 😝

It takes at least a half hour in the shower for Rumi to feel like a person. It’s like soju is coming out of every pore, no matter how hard she scrubs. Emerging from the steam-filled bathroom, hair damp around her shoulders, she spies Mira in the kitchen.

Spatula in hand as she flips pancakes, the idol raises a hand in greeting. ‘Hey cutie.’ Grinning ear to ear, she threads her way across the room and wraps her arms around the taller girl’s waist, placing a delicate kiss on her exposed shoulder.

‘Hey. That smells amazing.’ The star simply laughs. ‘Okay, good. I have to admit, I was kinda worried about you. I didn’t pick you for a drinker, and it looked like you went pretty hard.’ Rumi shrugs, nestling in close and losing herself in the smell of Mira’s shampoo. ‘Yuh huh. Just… stubborn. Plus, if I’m going to be in charge one day I gotta set the pace. So we do this when we can. It’s like… the olympics for fucking up your liver.’

Mira bursts out laughing, turning around to steal a kiss before she breaks away to flip her pancake and scoop the last of the batter. ‘God I l… you’re really something, hey? Oh, there’s coffee on the table.’

Blushing, Rumi dips into the lounge to retrieve her mug which she takes a deep, grateful sip from as she runs Mira’s words over in her mind. (God, she… what? She’s been dropping a lot of half sentences lately. There’s no way…) Turning to watch the woman in her kitchen, Rumi’s heart skips a beat. Yeah. She knows. This love is her little secret; a habit that both hurts and holds in these moments between.

Padding back over, she places her mug next to Mira’s and leans up to steal the mixing bowl and start on dishes. Mira finishes plating up, runs her some more dirty plates before grabbing a dish towel to help clean up.

At the first bite Rumi releases a full body moan, eyes shuttered in bliss. ‘Oh my god. Babe. This is… wow. This is exactly what I needed. Thank you.’ Mira just smiles over her own plate. Watching thoughtfully as Rumi eats. ‘How’re you feeling about next week?’

Rumi pauses. Taking a swig of coffee as she thinks. ‘Ah…. Pretty good! Just usual pre comp nerves. I always tell myself it’s for fun, which helps. Except…’ she makes a face. ‘I, ah… kinda screwed up.’ Mira raises an eyebrow. ‘O-okay…?’

‘I, uh… kinda… the boys are coming to the competition.’ She blurts it out. Looking over nervously at the idol eating breakfast at her dining table. Unreadable, Mira tips her head to the side. Places her fork back on the table. And then covers her face and starts to laugh. ‘Rumi! I thought it was serious! Goddamn.’ Rumi is… baffled. Isn’t Mira’s secret identity like a… whole thing?

‘Aren’t you… worried they’ll figure out who you are?’ Mira shrugs. ‘Plausible deniability. Plus, I…’ she looks away, ‘…what if I want to meet your friends?’ Rumi’s heart starts pounding in her chest. Oh no. There’s no way this is going to end well.

—-
Present day, 9:17am

Mira bursts out laughing. ‘Wait. So your friends… ship us. And they’re… meddling?’ Rumi nods, blushing. Mira’s eyes light up. ‘Huh. Cute.’ Looking up to wave back at the lads, she slings an arm around Rumi’s waist and leans in for a masked kiss on her cheek. The boys immediately break into a huddle, chattering intently among themselves as Mira shoots Rumi a smug wink. ‘Does that count as meddling?’ Rumi turns to berate her, when somewhere a microphone squeals.

‘안녕하세요. Welcome participants and supporters to the Korean Open. This is your ten minute call. Please find your seating, we will have a short greeting with some house keeping before moving straight into our first round of Novice Jack and Jill. That is all.’

Finding an empty pair of seats near the end of the room in the front row, the girls sit down and pull out their dance shoes. Mira shoots her a look. ‘Jack and Jill… that’s the unpaired dancers?’ Rumi nods. ‘De, they generally start us off. It’s pretty cool, especially the All Star division. We’re in Strictly Novice, so we have maybe… two hours. At least it’ll be a good show. Mira slings a comforting arm around the back of her chair, and with a comedic intro from a young MC the competition begins.

‘Strictly novice. Strictly novice division to the dance floor.’ Rumi gives Mira a tight nod and leads her over to the judges table. They’re directed to their allocated floor slot, managed by judge Hajoon who gives Rumi a wink as they fold into closed position. Mira watching her intently as they synchronise breathing. Waiting.

A familiar violin melody cuts thought the speakers and Mira’s eyes light up. She tips her head at Rumi as they start to sway. ~trust me?~ Rumi nods. ~of course~

Mira’s eyes flutter shut. And then snap open, her shoulders tensing as she breathes in and moves out right as the base cuts in. Mira’s favourite songs are the ones with lots of musical elements. High hits and stretched lows; filled with pockets in which you can play and innovate to your heart’s content.

‘Devil is a Lie’ is one of those songs. Mira rocks her out onto the floor and straight into a double whip, offering Rumi a footwork change that she mirrors with a grin, before Mira swings her out wide in a triple spin. Drawing her back in they turn to face the audience, and she pulls Rumi’s back to her as the boys forget themselves and start to cheer while the girls pseudo-grind side to side as their feet rock in time. Mira riffs on a piano trill with a shoulder flick before spinning Rumi back beneath her and stomping her back into place.

Rumi laughs as she catches the move and body rolls back, knowing in that moment that any hope of stealth has died a fiery death. Mira is in her element. As she glides across the floor and pulls Rumi in close, she can’t help but embellish with hiphop accents and footwork that falls far beyond your average contestant. With a clap and stomp, she slides Rumi into a moonwalk as other audience members start to cheer. Wrapping her straight back into an underarm turn; every move is sharp and practiced like a host of deadly weapons.

The DJ scratches the track to a pause and they freeze. Chest to chest in a sugar push, and breathing hard. First round over. Hajoon’s eyebrows have shot up towards the ceiling, and he scribbles furiously on his clipboard as he shoots Mira a curious look over his thick-rimmed glasses.

They reset, sharing an excited look as they fall into closed. Suddenly, they’re aware of the noise. The audience is buzzing. Phones are out, and at least half the people are out of their chairs. ‘Okay okay, settle down folks! Wasn’t that a strong start for our Novice division. We now have some contrast, time for my personal favourite… the slow song!’

They sway as a soft piano melody begins to play. Rumi’s eyes light up. Now this is one of her favourites. Must be the romantic in her - there’s something about the Chainsmokers that sends her. Noticing, Mira pulls her a little tighter, before dropping her lead hand. Heart racing, Rumi meets her eyes. Her whole body thrumming with anticipation.

Mira gently steps them out into the fray. A single, strong hand guiding Rumi through the illusion of a hands-free whip. Someone’s ajumah begins to cheer with delight. Even in a room of sixty contestants, Rumi can feel the eyes of the audience following them like a missile. Mira smiles over her mask. Nudging her back to anchor, before asking her in with a single hand, one she lays on her chest. Rumi grins. Pressing all the way into Mira’s collarbone; barely a whisper between their masks as they draw out the note. Before Mira nudges her out, hand skimming her arm before she sends her out for a spin.

The audience goes wild. Mira - ever the professional - plays into it. Hands skirting Rumi’s hips as they pass with delicate, tiny footsteps. Pulling her in for a whip before the drop she slows it all the way down, running a spare hand down her cheekbone before guiding her into a dip. Abby whistles. Someone nudges the volume button on the sound system. People are whispering.

The DJ scratches the track, and the music cuts out. Turning back from her basket whip, Rumi gives Mira a fierce hug. ‘Mir! You’re amazing. I don’t think I tell you that enough.’ With a smile, Mira simply guides her back to closed. ‘I mean hey, it isn’t over yet.’

‘And now… the blues!’ A cheesy harmonica starts to play, and Rumi begins to giggle. She loves these ones. The audience - still on their feet - begin to clap along, so she and Mira ham it up all the way. An exaggerated cowboy strut into a moonwalk; back to back whips before they break apart and Mira pretends to lose her hand while Rumi sashays away. Letting Mira drag her back in for an achingly intimate sugar push, before she fires her out with a wink to stomp a foot and snap her fingers. The audience are in stitches. One final record scratch from the DJ, and the song cuts out.

‘Okay audience, let’s hear it for our Novices! Stick around for the semis once we make it though our advanced heat. A reminder for our dancers that your results will be posted on the board next to the changing rooms.’

Grinning, hand in hand they head off the floor to head outside for a break. ‘Rumi!’ She turns, as Hajoon races towards her. ‘Don’t go anywhere, okay? Your results will be out in ten minutes. I’m not at liberty to say, but… maybe prepare for a long day this year? 화이팅!’ With a bow, he races off. Mira gives her a fond hip check as they head over to change their shoes and grab some water. ‘So. I think that went well.’ Rumi leans into her with a smile. ‘Uh huh. Let’s find somewhere quiet to hide before the results are up?’ With a glance at the curious audience members whose eyes follow them back to their seats, Mira nods in assent. ‘Smart. You know a place?’

Rumi ducks into an emergency exit, and leads them up to the roof. Before she turns on her heel and throws herself at her partner. ‘Mira!? What the hell! You were incredible!’ Mira yanks down her mask and pulls her in for a heavy, heated kiss. ‘No, you were.’ Giggling hysterically, she pulls Rumi into her as they lean against a brick wall. Before she stills. Something bites at Rumi’s gut. ‘Uh, Mir….’

The idol is watching her intently. Running her thumb under Rumi’s jaw, Mira snorts and shakes her head. ‘I’m… an idiot.’ Rumi’s heart stills. (Wait. What?) Mira pushes on.

‘I… I know I’ve messed up a lot. And I can’t promise that I won’t continue to mess up. But I, ah…’ she flushes a pale pink. ‘…I like you. A lot. And I was wondering, if when this is over, you’d go on a date with me. Please’

Rumi’s jaw drops. Blinking away tears, she just nods. ‘I… wait… yes… but… Zoey…?’ Mira ducks her head to steal a tender, hesitant kiss before she pulls away. ‘Rumi… Zoey and I… we’ve been talking about this. You’re really special, and you mean the world to me. And Zoey. And, uh, maybe…’ Mira closes her eyes. ‘…maybe one day you would want to be in a relationship with me. Maybe even with both of us. But, I want to do it right. So… go out with me?’

A strangled sound escapes Rumi’s throat as she nods. Unable to do anything else. Cupping her face with both hands, Mira draws her in for a deep, leg shaking kiss. ‘Okay. Good. I…’ she laughs. ‘I have to know. If I’d done this six months ago would you have said yes?’

Rumi has to laugh at that. ‘Probably not.’ Mira flinches. ‘Wait, wait, that came out wrong! When we first met I thought you were some awful rich person who got off on screwing people over. But.’ She leans in. ‘If you’d asked me five and a half months ago? Yeah. I would have been delighted.’

Mira groans, hiding her face in Rumi’s shoulder. ‘Are…we…both… dumb?’ The firefighter bursts out laughing. ‘Uh… yeah. Yeah I think we’re pretty dumb. For what it’s worth.’ She places a chaste kiss on Mira’s cheek. ‘I like you too. Maybe too much.’

Hearing footsteps in the emergency stairwell, they take some hurried swigs of water before pulling their masks up. Dipping back inside the venue to find the results. Scanning the massive pin board, Rumi points and squeals with delight. Right up there in black and white, is number 66 and 44 for Strictly Novice semi-finals. They share an excited look. Six more songs and they could take this. No matter what it looks like after.

It passes in a blur. As the pool of contestants gets smaller the songs get more obscure, rhythms more difficult to discern. Mira narrows her eyes in delight. Finally, something she can really cut her teeth on. Every time they take the floor, hundreds of cellphones appear from bags and pockets and safety chains. Every time they leave it is to thunderous applause. The pool shrinks from ten pairs to five. The clock ticks down. And the music stops. Rumi freezes in place, arms outstretched as Mira reaches for her hips from behind; midway through a particularly technical whip. The three judges that have been following them across the floor begin to mutter furiously under their breaths as they gesture to their clipboards and compare notes.

At the back of the hall the boys are crying with excitement. Baby pointing at them as he whispers in Mystery’s ear while Abby sobs in Ro-woon’s arms. Jinu shoots her a thumbs up. Something passing across his features she can’t quite name.

Rumi pulls them back into their seats for the remaining finals, and by the time the Advanced division wraps they’ve joined the audience out of their seats as they clap wildly for the talented dancers on the floor.

The MC comes back to tap the mic, joining in with the applause before he raises both hands. ‘Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for your support of all our dancers, not just the ones here in the finals, but every person who has graced our floor today. In five minutes we will begin the awards, starting with our advanced division and working down to the novice group. Mira and Rumi share an excited look, squeezing their hands. This is it.

The awards fly past. The audience riotously enthusiastic for every trophy, a photographer snapping pictures of the proud couples as their families cheer and clap. ‘Now, ladies and gentlemen, the division you’ve all been waiting for… our Novices!’

The audience begins to scream, and the girls share a look. (Please.) ‘In third place… numbers 13 and 15: give it up for Jang Seo-jun and Ga-eul.’ Mira and Rumi start to pray. (Please.) ‘In second place… numbers 27 and 28: Lim Soo-ah and Kang Kun-woo.’ The audience is fizzing with excitement. Rumi feels a prick of disappointment jab at her side. There’s no way they got first. Not with all of these talented, experienced people in the mix.

The MC looks out at the audience. ‘Now! A drumroll please. We are pleased to award first place in the Novice Strictly for the 2025 Korean Open to… numbers 44 and 66! Kim Rumi and Han Sunjoo. Please come up to the stage.’

Shibal. Clutching Mira like a lifeline, Rumi follows her up to the stage to receive a trophy and two certificates, as they’re pushed together by a smiling photographer and the crowd loses their minds. In the background she can hear the boys breaking into a station cheer: completely disregarding the organiser’s earlier request. Oh well.

The photographer gestures for them to lower their masks, and Mira politely waves him off. Threading an arm protectively around Rumi’s waist as they smile. Ducking to whisper in her ear, Mira’s voice is low and sweet. ‘If it wasn’t against the rules I would kiss you right here and right now. Even in front of all these people.’ Rumi flushes, and a flashbulb illuminates her wide eyes as Mira smirks into the camera.

‘And now… if we could ask all of our winners back to the floor for one final song… you all know this one, you love it… it’s Huntr/x!’

Rumi snorts with laughter as Mira rolls her eyes. The irony is kind of… perfect. One last time, they duck and dive across the floor. Mira stubbornly refusing to break into any existing choreo - instead pushing the boundaries with sequences she wouldn’t necessarily be allowed to do in front of her young, impressionable fans. Cameras follow their every move. Rumi is deeply thankful she’s masked up, it won’t surprise anyone here if this goes viral. Mira pulls her in tight for a final pose as the song cuts out. Her arm wrapped around the back of Rumi’s head as she holds her in a centimetre away from what could be a kiss but for the medical grade gauze separating their lips.

They duck out of the hall with their belongings, the rabid cheering following them as the audience explodes with excitement. Rumi flicks Jinu a text to meet them a few blocks away, and changing quickly into street shoes they slip out a back entrance. Mira immediately rips her mask off to capture her in a kiss. Biting at her lip, Rumi moans into the contact. Eyes dark with wanting, Mira grazes the back of her hand across Rumi’s cheek as she leans in.

‘Let’s go say hi to your friends. But not for long. Tonight I’m taking you out to dinner, a real one. And then after we’re done I’m going to take you home and tear a very expensive dress to pieces before I fuck you until you can’t walk. Yes?’

Rumi’s breath catches. Cheeks flushing pink as she nods. All thoughts derailed by the visual of Mira taking what she wants. Shyly, she leans up to steal a kiss. ‘I, uh… please.’ Mira grins wickedly in response. Snapping her mask back into place before offering a hand. ‘Okay. Take me to the 사자 boys…’

Dipping into a quiet restaurant, the boys swarm Rumi at the door as Mira hangs back, dog pilling her as they ply her with questions and compliments about the event. Ducking around, a handsome, dark haired man offers her a hand as he dashingly sweeps his hair from his face. ‘Ya. You must be Sunjoo. I’m Jinu, we’re all so excited to meet you.’ She takes his hand with a slight bow, his eyes searching her features in a way that makes her a little… nervous.

Sensing a new victim, the lads swarm, Baby shaking Mira’s hand profusely before Mystery rips her into a crushing hug. Rumi swears she sees Mira growl. ‘Ooooookay! We can’t stay long, but…’

Abby simply grabs both of them by the arm and drags them into a booth. The boys draping themselves around the available seating as an ajushi runs over a tray with bowls of daerong and several different flavours of soju. ‘So… Sunjoo. How long have you been dating our little songbird?’ Abby’s smile is all teeth. Oh. This is one of those ‘meet the friends’ chats.’ Mira simply glowers, looping a hand around Rumi’s waist as she stares Abby down across the plastic table. Rumi starts to sweat. ‘Not long.’

Snapping her head around, Rumi is surprised to see Mira speak. Her words dripping with acid as she dares the boys to give it another try. Baby leans across from his place next to Rumi. ‘So… why isn’t she your girlfriend? She’s not good enough for you?’ Baby hovers a hand just out of reach of Mira’s shoulder. Rumi isn’t sure he’d get to keep it if he dares to touch her.

Mira rolls her eyes. Glares. And then sighs. ‘Look. I respect what you’re trying to do. And I deserve it. But…’ her eyes snap up to meet Jinu’s, ‘…I need to fix this. I don’t deserve to be her girlfriend… yet. I’m working on it. Because this woman is maybe the most brilliant person I’ve ever met. And she’s worth fighting for. She deserves all of me. Not the half arsed bullshit she’s been getting. So.’

Rumi’s eyes are wide with shock. Looking around the table, she sees the boys are in similar stages of disbelief. Jinu leans in. ‘You’d better. We take care of our own.’ Mira nods. ‘I wouldn’t expect any less. Knowing Rumi has such a strong family… definitely helps me sleep at night. 감사합니다.’

Jinu sighs. Sitting back, he smashes down the buzzer on their table. ‘저기요!’ The ajushi silently reappears, eyeing the tense group nervously. ‘Two jugs of beer, one chicken galbi, two kimchijeon, and your top three fried chicken platters 주세요.’ Bowing, the old man vanishes, and the two groups eye each other wearing. Cracking his neck, Abby shoots Mira a wink. ‘So. Our Rumi. Have you ever met a more stubborn lady?’

Mira chuckles under her mask. ‘Not in a million years. How do you cope with her for sixty hours a week?’ The boys pile in, eager to share their stories about their beloved leader in front of her new beau. The time she didn’t eat for three days. How she literally shines the chief’s boots while he’s not looking. That she has enough annual leave stacked up to fly twice around the world that she stubbornly refuses to take. Rumi flaps her hands in protest, as the boys unpick her suave, mature facade stitch by stitch. Revealing something softer below. Someone who needs to be protected more than they think.

There’s no malice in their words. Mira can see it in the way they make space at the table, framing their bodies around her with reverence as they attend Rumi’s every word. Her water cup is never empty, and Baby is constantly offering her handfuls of daerong or mouthful of pickles on some clean chopsticks. It’s… sweet. They really are like a group of big brothers. Keeping her close. Watching her back.

The only one who seems a little weary is Jinu. Which makes sense, he is the best friend. He keeps shooting her searching glances, looking down to where her fingers are entwined with Rumi’s and then back up again. The boys food and drink arrives and they excuse themselves. The lads requesting her presence at a firehouse dinner sometime soon. She tips her head and says she’ll be there… but she won’t. That’s far too many people to safely keep a secret this big.

As they turn to leave, Jinu snatches at Rumi’s hand. ‘Ya. Princess.’ Surprised at the old nickname, she looks back in a question. He presses something sharp made of paper into her palm. ‘We need to talk. Great job today, enjoy your date with Sunjoo.’ The lilt in his voice gives away that he isn’t all there on her ruse. Glancing down at her hand, the green corner of a ten thousand won bill peels out from between her fingers. Shibal.

Heading back out, Mira squeezes her hand as she sighs with relief. ‘Shibal. That… isn’t what I was expecting. I thought they’d be a lot more cuddly.’ Stuffing the crumpled note into her pocket, Rumi smiles up at the idol as they make their way back to the subway station. ‘Yeah… I kinda forgot they don’t just see me as their senior. Mianhe. I didn’t think they’d give you the third degree.’

Mira just laughs. ‘I mean, I’m pretty sure Zoey did the same thing in her own Zoey way when I left you two unattended that one time. Call it even? Although…’ she makes a face. ‘Jinu definitely doesn’t like me.’ Rumi grimaces. Unable to deny it. ‘Ah… if it makes you feel any better, I think he’s more mad at me than harbouring any ill feelings towards you. He…’ she pulls out the crumpled money and places it in Mira’s hand. ‘…suspects who you are.’

Mira freezes. Weighing the peice of paper in her hand. She hands it back to Rumi, before threading a hand around her waist as they continue down the street. ‘Anii. I should be the one apologising. We knew today was going to be pretty high profile. I’ll… speak to Bobby. See what we can do.’ Rumi leans in. They hop onto an escalator and she looks up at Mira with a question in her eyes.

‘Hey… Mir?’ The idol responds by putting both hands in Rumi’s back pockets. Oblivious to passing commuters who whisper and pull out phones as they spot the couple headed underground. ‘What’s up?’

Rumi sighs. ‘Longer term… will you meet them properly? And Zoey? They’re kind of… important to me.’ Mira nods. Pressing her forehead into Rumi’s with a smile. ‘Yeah. I’d like that. I just… don’t know when. But we’ll keep talking? And… checking in?’

Rumi takes a shaky exhale. ‘Yeah. I think… I think I want more talking.’ They break apart to tap through a barrier arm and continue underground. Too wrapped up in each other to notice the soft sounds of swing music coming from nearby phones. Their owners wide eyed and slack jawed as the girls on their screen walk by with no warning.

Scoring a seat for the long train ride home, Rumi lets her eyes fall shut as she curls into Mira’s shoulder. The pink-haired girl looks out the window in silence. One foot resting on their gear-bag, heavy with the weight of their win. Across the carriage, a group of middle schoolers peek over a chair-back and whisper. Holding out photo cards as they try to determine whether the dancer on their phone, their hero, and the woman sat across the car are indeed the same.

Ducking down, they muk-jji-ppa in near silence before having a fierce, hushed discussion. The shortest one is pushed out. Nervously fiddling with her sweater as she approaches. ‘Ah… 저기요?’ Mira looks up, smiling over her mask. ‘Hey. Can I help?’

Glancing helplessly back at her friends, the girl swallows. ‘Uh, I… we saw your dancing. You’re really good. We - my friends and I - we just… we… you’re not Mira from Huntr/x, are you?’ Every head in the carriage snaps around at those words. Quietly observing the conversation with sharp eyes and sharper ears. Phones ready. 

Mira smiles, shaking her head. ‘I’m so sorry, I’m not. I do get that a lot though. Thank you for enjoying the dancing, I hope you and your friends have a great day, okay?’ Flustered, the girl bows deep as she retreats, before the sounds of a quiet squabble break out from behind their seating. Mira sighs. Stroking Rumi’s hair as she sleeps. Maybe… she would prefer to be an anonymous person out there in the world. If it meant more days like this. Some things aren’t meant to last forever.

Across the city, Zoey sits up in the tower humming as she adds helium to dozens of brightly coloured balloons. The replay of the event running softly on Facebook in the background. Unnoticed by the star, the view count ticks up. Inching into the tens of millions. But what is potential cause for alarm are the comments. They just keep going. Links to other videos being shared freely. Theories. “Evidence.” A stone has been dropped into a pond. Ripples cascading. It’s a shame they didn’t check for the depths before it sank.

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To be continued…

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Zoey crouches down in front of Rumi as she adds some final touches to her look. A small brush of her neck to make sure her makeup is blended, she steps back and raises her hands to frame the girl in front of her. ‘Oookay… perfect! Take a look!’ Rumi turns to the mirror and gasps. She can barely recognise herself. Raising her hands to gently touch her hair, which has been swept up into an elegant Cinderella-style bun secured with dozens of diamond-topped hairpins that shine like a scattering of stars.

Her makeup is understated, yet unquestionably elegant. Some tiny stick on diamantés the only extravagance at the corner of her subtle blue eye-liner. And the dress… Mira gave her a large, white garment box, before giving Zoey a wink and shooing them away. An elegant silk cocktail dress hugs her figure in a dusky, dark-blue;

the V-neck accentuating her cleavage without making it look trashy. A slit runs up the length of one thigh, giving her a glimmer of old-Hollywood elegance.

Zoey’s eyes sparkle as she takes it in. ‘…wow. I’m so glad Mira is finally taking you out… but I can’t tell a lie, I wish it was me.’ She winks. ‘The things I would do to you in that dress.’ Rumi flushes a bright scarlet. ‘Zoeyyyyyyy!’ The younger girl just giggles, rustling through a rack of fine, silver earrings. ‘Okay, okay! Now, jewellery. I’m thinking… these hoops with… this necklace. Yeah?’ Rumi nods, quietly pleased as Zoey reaches around to clasp the necklace around her neck. With a single, teardrop cut sapphire that hangs just above her breasts it completes the whole look.

She looks up shyly. ‘Do you… think she’ll like it?’ A deep laugh comes from somewhere near the door. ‘Babe, I think she’ll love it… wow.’ Turning towards the sound of the new voice, Rumi’s jaw drops. As she stares at the devastatingly gorgeous woman leaning on the doorframe to Zoey’s room.

Mira looks… unbelievably sexy. The picture of elegance in a short, black cocktail dress that falls just above her knees with a matching slit running up her thigh, the off the shoulder silken number doing crazy things to Rumi’s chest. A ruby necklace set with five stones hangs around her long, creamy neck, and her hair has been blown out in long, elegant curtains that perfectly frame her face. With her ears pierced like she’s going to a rock concert and in some heavy looking work boots, she’s all glitz and grime. Glamour and grit.

Mira sweeps her gaze up the length of the officer’s body, making her visibly shiver. Heat already starting to pool between her legs. ‘Cute. I knew you’d look good in something like this.’ Clearing the room in three easy strides, Mira pulls her in for a searing, needy kiss. Rumi is gone. Leaning up into the kiss as Zoey rips a wolf whistle.

Blushing, she pulls back, Mira and Zoey sharing a hungry look. The idol runs a gentle hand up her side, stepping back to track a more searching eye over the outfit in question. ‘How is it for size? I think I got your measurements right, but if anything is off let me know - I’ll take it to the garment room and fix it before we go.’ Rumi turns to her in shock. ‘Wait… Mir… you didn’t make this for me, did you?’

The coral-haired girl grins, Running a thumb across Rumi’s jaw. ‘Of course I did. You needed a dress and I needed a project… so it all worked out.’ Rumi’s eyes grow wide in awe. ‘Okay. Well, you’re officially not allowed to rip it off me later. Mira. It’s… beautiful. Thank you.’ Zoey nudges in between them and steals a leg-shaking kiss from the purple haired girl. Biting her lip as Rumi moans into the contact. Looking back at Mira, their maknae fires off a wink. ‘You know… you don’t have to go out. You could stay. For…’ she grins, ‘…dessert?’

Mira rolls her eyes, pulling her girlfriend in for a hot, heavy kiss as she runs her hands under her pajamas. ‘Tempting… but I’ve been waiting too long for this.’ She looks over at Rumi with a smirk. ‘Pencil us in for tomorrow?’ Rumi’s pupils blow out with want. Still a pale pink, she swallows, and gives a tiny, shy nod. ‘Yay!’ Zoey gives them each a sloppy kiss on the cheek and then pushes them out into the hall. ‘Okay. Kaja Kaja Kaja, I have a date with a bag of takeout and a whole night of video games and jerking off.’ Rumi flushes scarlet, and Zoey just winks. ‘You’re welcome. Enjoy the visual… babe.’

Still laughing, Mira guides a flustered Rumi into the entryway, where she presents her with a studded pair of kitten heels that match her dress. As Rumi takes them she rolls her eyes. ‘Uh huh. Couldn’t have me any taller than you?’ Mira shakes her head, soft and sure. ‘I just thought you’d look really good in them. But I can go taller next time, if you want.’

(Next time?) The premise of more sends a thrill down Rumi’s spine. She almost wants to pinch herself. It feels like a dream. Mira takes them all the way down to the basement, where she leads Rumi over to a sleek black sports car. Unlocking it with a flick of her wrist, she holds open the passenger door - revealing an elaborate bouquet of seasonal flowers. Rumi takes them with both hands, breaking into an unguarded, stunned smile.

‘Mira. This is… this is too much. Thank you.’ Mira just offers her a shy smile. Something a little unsure beneath the surface. Vulnerable. ‘I’m, uh, not trying to overwhelm you. Just trying to make up for lost time.’ Rumi leans in for a chaste kiss, before ducking into the passenger seat as Mira closes her door, tipping into the drivers seat where she starts the engine with a satisfying, low purr.

They drift through quiet streets, some of Rumi’s favourite artists playing quietly on the radio as she sneaks glances at Mira across the centre console as she smoothly changes gears and they race across the city. Pulling up in front of a large hotel, she hands over the keys to a valet, guiding Rumi into a gilded elevator and up to a rooftop restaurant. The maître D’ recognising her before they even reach the counter, he sweeps out to guide them into a private room with panoramic views of the city below. An elegant candle-lit table awaiting them with menus set on fine card and a crystal carafe of sparking water ready on the table.

Mira pulls her chair out as he pours them each a glass, before stepping back with a hospitable sweep of his arm. ‘Choi-nim, we are so pleased to welcome you and your lovely partner to our establishment. Tonight’s special is a celeriac fondant with tempura oyster mushroom, black truffle, caramelised onion, and madeira jus. It is vegan and gluten free. It is paired with the house red, which is a vintage from New Zealand this evening. My staff will return to take your drinks order shortly. Ladies.’

With a deep bow, he leaves them alone. Heart thumping in her chest, Rumi watches Mira shyly across the table. ‘I… wow. Mir, I don’t know what to say.’ The idol simply smiles, reaching for her hand to place a chaste kiss on her knuckles. ‘You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to give us some privacy. And give you all of myself. No more hiding.’ Scanning the menu, she looks up with a cheeky grin. ‘Maybe a cocktail to start? For old time’s sake?’

Rumi has to laugh at that. ‘Uh huh. An Americano and a whisky sour?’ Mira winks. ‘I could do that. We definitely deserve to cut loose after such a big day. I can’t believe we… won.’ Rumi smiles softly across the table. ‘I can. You’re amazing. Plus, Zoey’s surprise celebration was adorable. I don’t know how she filled all those balloons at such short notice.’ They laugh, remembering the explosion of colour that had greeted them when they eventually returned to the tower. Zoey ready with party hats and a confetti cannon; a banner emblazoned with dozens of turtles that read WELCOME HOME CHAMPIONS.’

Watching the recording was… certainly something. Even toning her appearance down Mira has a gravity that pulls you in. It’s like every eye in the room was on her at all times. Drawn in helplessly; held captive by her every move. Rumi wonders about Mira’s dancing, sometimes. Her confession many months ago, about things she would do in a different world. Zoey’s quiet assertion about her burnout. The fierce joy she displays in uncontrolled, freestyle dancing.

Mira chuckles. ‘What’s the bet that six months from now we’ll still be finding balloons in the rafters?’ Rumi smiles across her glass of water. ‘Pretty high. If it wasn’t so bad for the planet you could just… release them. Cut them lose over Seoul.’ Mira flicks her wrist with a smirk. ‘Uh huh. And hurt Zoey’s precious turtles? I’d sooner swallow glass.’

A waiter quietly graces them with his presence, and they place their drink orders as well as a selection of starters. He quickly reappears with their cocktails, bowing as he stealthily makes an exit. They quietly cheers their glasses, still shy as they take small sips. Mira tilts her head. ‘Do… you remember… our first sleepover?’ Rumi smiles. ‘Of course. You were such an ass - setting me up to think you were going to tear my clothes off and then giving me the most romantic weekend of my life.’

The idol grins, raising a hand in defence. ‘Mianhae. That’s fair. I would like to point out that the decorations were all Zoey.’ Rumi sticks out her tongue. ‘Uh huh. And the romantic home cooked meals were her as well?’ Mira shrugs. ‘Guilty. Anyway, do you remember uh…’ she blushes ‘… when we brought up kids. And you said you were planning to go it solo? Is that… still true?’

Rumi rolls her eyes. Standing up and walking around the table to take Mira’s face in her hands and pulling her in for a slow, sensual kiss. ‘Dummy. Obviously I want to have babies with you. And Zoey. I think she’d look pretty cute all knocked up.’ Mira turns a brighter crimson. Looking adorably hopeful. ‘Y-yeah. Yeah she would.’ With a kiss to her cheek, Rumi winks, taking her seat just as their starters arrive.

Placing an order for their main (wagyu steak for Mira, the vegan special for Rumi,) they dig in. Feeding each other little bites across the table, enjoying these moments just for themselves. Rumi cocks her head. ‘So. Did Zoey share anything with you this week?’ Mira grins. ‘You mean her song. It’s… incredible. We’re going to find a way to get it released, there’s no way something that good can just live on her computer.’ Rumi nods in agreement. ‘Okay, phew. You’re both… really talented, aren’t you? Even outside of the idol space.’

Mira shrugs. ‘I guess. It’s not like we can do anything about it, at least not for the foreseeable future. They’ll be sending our renewal contracts in a few months, which kind of… sets us up for years.’ Rumi reaches across the table. Threading their fingers together as she gives Mira a searching stare. ‘Humour me. Let’s say after your next album you decided to do something else. What’s the first thing you would do?’

Mira cracks up. ‘Not gonna happen. But I’ll bite. Uh… sleep.’ Rumi rolls her eyes. ‘Babe. That’s such a massive red flag. But I’ll let it slide. Okay, where? You wouldn’t have the tower anymore.’ Mira looks out the window thoughtfully. Humming as she thinks. ‘Anywhere?’ Rumi nods, eyes bright.

‘Okay… we’d have a whole low-rise in Itaewon. One halfway up the hill, still where all the normal people live, but a killer view. A massive balcony, where we can all eat dinner and have a huge outdoor sofa for summertime hangs. Zoey gets the south facing bedroom so she can sleep in as much as she wants. And…’ she looks up, hopeful. ‘…am I allowed to include you in this fantasy?’ Swallowing, Rumi nods.

‘Okay, cool. We each have our own bedroom, but yours is the tidiest, so we all sleep there most nights. You’ve got the best blackout curtains and soundproofing money can buy for when you’re on nights so we don’t disturb you. I’d teach dance classes and make clothes. Maybe Zoey could finally start apprenticing to someone as a tattoo artist. And…’ she blushes softly, running her thumb over Rumi’s knuckles. ‘On day shifts, we’d always wait for you to come home. I’d have dinner waiting and Zoey will kiss you at the door and make sure you drink lots of water. In winter time we’d give you shit about running in the cold weather. But we wouldn’t really mind.’   

Meeting her gaze across the table, Rumi’s heart is doing its best to escape her chest. She swallows, as if to speak. Which is when their mains arrive, their server quietly breezing into the room and placing them on the table and offering a refill on their drinks. Mira shakes her head. ‘I think I’m done drinking for the night. Rumi?’ She nods. ‘Yeah. I’ll switch to water, thanks.’

They begin eating in silence. Each lost to their own thoughts. Honestly, the idea of a life with Mira and Zoey… does something to Rumi. A definite heat licking up her thighs to pool in her belly as she watches the beautiful woman across the table.

Mira winks. ‘So. How’s your main?’ Rumi grins, shooting her a cheesy thumbs up. ‘It’s… amazing. I think you’ve kind of set the bar pretty high for a first date. Just… wow.’ The idol shrugs. ‘I think I do okay. We could be in a cardboard box eating kimbap and I’d be having the time of my life. As long as I’m with you.’ (Oh.) Rumi isn’t sure what to say to that. Three little words clawing deep gouges against her chest as they vie for freedom, a feeling that only intensifies every time Mira meets her in a sure, sultry gaze.

‘Same.’ She offers a shy smile across the table, one that is eagerly returned. Mira looks at her seriously, scanning her with a thoughtful gaze. ‘Rumi? You look beautiful tonight. I might be the luckiest woman in all of South Korea.’ Rumi releases a shaky exhale. She didn’t realise that ‘talking’ would look like… this. She likes it. Kind of a lot.

Shaking her head, she offers a wink. ‘That would be me. You’re always beautiful, Mir. Every damn day.’ Mira pushes away her plate, leaning on the table thoughtfully. ‘Look, Rumi, I… really want to share a dessert with you. But you’re driving me a little crazy. Would it be horrifically rude if I took you to a suite, and we ordered dessert as room service for later?’

Rumi’s heart catches in her throat. Heat racing to her core. She nods. ‘Please.’ Mira summons their server, and a few short words later she’s softly plying Rumi into an elevator and descending a few floors down. A key card materialises, and she leads Rumi to a modest, yet plush suite. Catching sight of a familiar silver suitcase, Rumi grins as Mira pulls her in for a kiss. ‘Someone had this all planned out, didn’t they?’ Mira leans in to gently suck at a pulse point as she moans, before pulling back. ‘Hey, I only had a few hours notice. Give me some credit.’

Rumi grins, nudging Mira’s nose with her own as she backs her into the wall and captures her mouth in a heavy, desperate kiss. Mira moans into the contact, Rumi sliding her bare thigh between Mira’s legs and driving up into her heat as she lays on affection with her mouth. Mira smirks into the contact. ‘Knew there was a good reason I made the dresses like this.’

Rumi rolls her eyes. ‘Jackass.’ Running a hand across Mira’s jaw, she pauses. Searching her eyes for a spark. The idol watches her, dark eyed and wanting. Before pushing in with a hiss, driving Rumi back towards the bed and kissing her with her face in both hands. They peel Rumi out of her dress, giggling as an earring catches on the hem and Mira has to rescue her. The garment safely aside, Mira hikes up her skirt and pins Rumi to the sheets.

Carefully tracing her figure, she looks down softly as she smiles. ‘Rumi. I… just… wow.’ Near nude in the silk sheets, Rumi looks up wanting as Mira runs a single, light hand down her body. Skirting the edge of her thigh as Rumi whimpers with anticipation.

She descends. Kissing Rumi eagerly as she drives a knee between her legs, trailing heavy touches down her neck as she cries out and begs for more. Sucking at her collarbone as Rumi keens with pleasure. ‘Baby?’

She looks up. Mira trailing her knuckles thoughtfully across her jaw. ‘You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’ She barely has time to process before Mira’s mouth is back on hers; hot and heavy and greedy as she skilfully palms her breast and Rumi moans into the contact.

A hand drops to ghost the soft skin of her inner thigh, and her attention is drawn to just how wet she must be at the sound it makes as Mira pulls her thigh from between Rumi’s own with a wet pop. A trail of arousal glistening in the dim light. Maybe she’d be embarrassed if she wasn’t so turned on.

Mira pulls her breast into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hard peak as her other hand playfully skirts its twin; flickering across her nipple as Rumi throws her head back into the pillows and stutters into her touch. Sliding down the bed, Mira gets on her knees. Tugging down her underwear in one fluid motion. Looking up at Rumi with raw desire plastered over her features; yanking her down to the edge of the bed as she lays a hot trail of kisses up her thigh.

Almost reverently, she ducks her head to lay the softest of licks up her slit. Rumi curses, falling back in the sheets. Mira descends to press delicate, thoughtful touches to her basest need. Gently exploring her folds, a swirl around her clit before she darts away in a tease. A precarious balance between pleasure and agony. Skimming Rumi’s wet, throbbing core with painstaking care as she edges her closer to the precipice.

Without warning, she pushes up to take a Rumi in a kiss. Tasting herself on Mira’s tongue, Rumi cries out; sounds that only grow louder as Mira drives her fingers knuckle deep into Rumi’s centre as she watches her hungrily. Pushing her into the sheets, she begins to fuck her in earnest. Placing Rumi’s hand on her clit so she can touch herself just the way she likes; pupils blown wide with want as she watches her lover come undone.

‘Rumi, baby. Say my name. Please.’ Rumi gasps at every thrust, blinking up to meet Mira’s gaze as she fucks her tenderly; with intention. ‘Mira. Mira please. I… I need you.’ The idol adds another finger. Curling into Rumi’s g-spot as she begins to shudder. ‘Rumi. Baby. My good girl.’ Mira fucks her steadily, deeply; pushing in hard before withdrawing with the lightest of touches. Driving her over the edge with rhythmic, skilled thrusts. Her breath rasping, Rumi’s eyes blink close as she loses herself to the feeling.

‘M-Mira. I’m so close. Please. Please I’m so close.’ A flicker of a smile ghosts the idol’s features. Her whole body honed in and focused as she grazes another finger into Rumi’s dripping entrance. Her partner bucking her hips off the bed at the intrusion. Furiously circling her clit as her spare hand desperately fists the sheets above her head.

‘Rumi? Baby, look at me. Come for me.’ Rumi forces her gaze upwards as Mira pushes inside her. Long, soft sheets of pink hair framing her face as she fucks Rumi over the edge. ‘Mira… fuck… I… Mira.’

With a gasp, she falls. Eyes blown out with pleasure as she shakily meets Mira’s own as she spasms and twitches in the sheets. Falling back with a deep sigh as the song and light leaves her body. Disappearing off the precipice of everything as waves of pleasure wrack her body.

Mira slows to a stop. Luxuriating in the feeling of Rumi spasming around her  fingers as her body falls into ecstasy. She presses in for the softest of kisses. Tracing a featherlight trail up Rumi’s torso, before finally laying a slow, decadent kiss to her lips as their eyes close in pleasure.

Giggling, Rumi pulls Mira down to her in the sheets. Reverently tracing her jaw as she watches with wonder. ‘Mira… wow. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of that.’ The idol just grins, pushing in to steal a delicate kiss. ‘Good. Because I plan to keep you around for a long time. Maybe forever.’

Rumi’s eyes light up at the revelation. Her hand skimming the top of Mira’s dress as she takes it in. ‘So. I’m very naked and you’re very dressed. Let’s fix that?’ Mira rolls her eyes, a fond smirk gracing her lips. ‘Bossy.’

Rumi undresses Mira slowly, with care. Unclasping her zipper delicately as she runs a teasing hand over her collarbone, before she drags down her thong and guides Mira onto the edge of the bed with a firm push. Nudging her legs apart, Rumi immediately descends on her pussy. Indulging in long, slow strokes; Mira leaning back on strong arms and shuddering at every touch.

Almost instinctively, Rumi dips down to flicker her tongue across her soaked entrance. Mira crying out at the tease, a sound that grows into a deep moan as Rumi skirts up to suck at her clit. Insistently, confidently laying heavy swirls onto her most sensitive spot; thousands of nerve endings caught on fire from her heady ministrations. Mira presses Rumi’s head in closer, gasping as Rumi lays her tongue in a flat, slow swipe across her wetness. ‘Rumi… Rumi please.’

Rumi grins up from between her legs. ‘Uh huh? You called?’ Mira shudders as Rumi begins to tease with her fingers. Ghosting her clit with skilled, featherlight touches as she stutters and shakes. ‘Please. I need you… inside.’

With a final, farewell lick, Rumi slides up to steal a soft, slow kiss as she presses Mira into the sheets. Spreading her folds with a practiced hand as she explores her wetness. Smiling into her mouth as she moans.

‘I’m here, baby.’

She presses in. Curling her fingers into the waiting wetness and burying herself to the hilt as Mira shudders and keens for more. ‘Rumi… fuck.’ Adding a third finger, she doubles down. Ramming hard into her partner; sliding into her hot, wet heat as she braces against the mattress. Mira all but dragging her inside; her entrance tight and ready as she fucks her into the sheets.

Feeling Mira tighten around her, she begins to pick up the pace. Laying long, smooth strokes into her lover as she gets louder, and louder. Bracing against the headboard as she is taken entirely willingly. Begging for her destruction. ‘Rumi… please. I need you.’

Rumi lays a firm, hard kiss just above her collarbone. Mira moaning into the sensation. Her legs shaking as she inches closer to the fall. Rumi smiles, tender. ‘That’s my girl. Keep going, baby. Keep going for me.’ Mira cries out and bucks her hips. Rumi driving her pace home, the wet sound of Mira’s arousal echoing in the small space as she fucks her across the line.

‘R-rumi…please… Rumi.’ With a gasp, Mira goes. The orgasm ripped from her throat to throw her down like a hurricane; tearing the skin from her bones and the stars from the sky as she thrashes around and pulses around Rumi’s fingers. Panting in the sheets, she blearily blinks up at the purple haired girl straddling her. Smiling as she watches her love shudder back to life.

Rumi withdraws her hand with a slick pop, wiping it on the back of her leg before falling into Mira. Curling into her chest as they collapse into each other’s bodies; chests caught in the rise and fall of exertion. Of euphoria. Mira strokes her hair as she comes back to herself. ‘Hey.’ Rumi giggles. ‘Hey yourself. You doing okay?’

Mira nods. Pulling the shorter girl in close. ‘More than okay. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you. Shibal.’ Rumi nudges under her chin. ‘Cutie. I have to admit… this was better than I could have dreamed. Thank you.’

Mira looks down with something unreadable in her eyes. Pulling Rumi in to hide in her shoulder as she presses a firm kiss to her brow. ‘Y-yeah. Same.’ They dip down to baseline. Tangled together as their heartbeats slow. Rumi looks up. ‘So… dessert? And, uh, can you help me with my hair? That was surprisingly fine, but I don’t think I can sleep like this.’ Mira snorts with laughter.

‘Yeah, Zoey’s brilliant for a fuckable hairstyle. Don’t ask me how, but she just knows.  Menu’s by the phone, can you reach?’ After the world’s shortest deliberation, they opt to split an ice cream sundae. Snacks ordered, Mira sits Rumi between her legs on the edge of the bed and begins to remove what feels like thousands of bobby pins as they watch the sleeping cityscape.

Rumi holds out a hand for the pins, relaxing into Mira’s strong hands as they watch the lights far below. ‘Hey… Rumi?’ Lost to the steady rhythm of Mira’s fingers, she closes her eyes. ‘Mmm?’

‘I love you.’

(What.) Her eyes flash open. Head snapping around to meet the wide eyes of the girl sitting behind. ‘What?’ Mira swallows. Suddenly looking anxious. ‘I… ah… I love you?’ She grimaces. ‘Shit, did I miscalculate? Rumi I’m so so…’ Rumi lunges for her. Pressing Mira into the sheets with a heavy, desperate kiss as she laughs. Tears in her eyes. Bobby pins flying everywhere. ‘Oh my god. Mira. You… love me?’

Chuckling weakly, the coral haired girl just nods. ‘I… yeah. I do.’ Rumi presses in, nudging Mira’s nose with her own before stealing another kiss. ‘I love you too. Oh my god. Mira. I love you.’ Pushing them up to sitting, Mira tugs Rumi into her lap for a slow, easy kiss. Cupping her cheek with wonder as she stares deep into her eyes.

‘Thank god. For a moment I wondered if I’d royally fucked things up.’ Rumi shakes her head. Shy again. ‘Mira… there’s nothing you could do that we couldn’t fix. I would have waited to feel it too.’ Suddenly, a knock. ‘Room service?’

Looking around at the chaos - pins scattered around the room, both of them naked, Rumi’s hair half done - they burst out laughing. Mira nudging Rumi aside so she can retrieve two oversized tee shirts from her suitcase, throwing one at the firefighter as she tugs her own overhead. Pulling it down firmly before she answers the door.

Signing for their treat, she nudges the door closed with her foot. Grinning as she looks at the woman sat in her bed. ‘Oh my god. Your hair. Let me fix that, okay?’ Tugging Rumi’s hair out to completion, they do their best to shake the rest of the pins out of the sheets. Curling up together against the head of the bed as they feed each other spoonfuls of ice cream, happily tangled together.

Rumi shoots her a shy smile. ‘Mira?’ The idol responds with a kiss. ‘When did you know? That you loved me?’

The pink haired girl thinks. Gazing out the window as she sucks on her spoon. ‘I think… that afternoon we cleaned your house. When I realised I’d have to fight to see you again.’ She looks over. ‘How about you? Do you remember?

Rumi groans. Hiding in Mira’s shoulder. It’s… it’s really dumb. You can’t laugh, okay?’ Mira rolls her eyes. ‘I can’t promise that. Still tell me?’ Rumi sighs. Squeezing her eyes shut. ‘Ahh… you know that time you picked me up from class and you got really jealous about Min Jee?’ Mira’s eyes widen in shock. ‘That? That’s what did it for you?’ Blushing, Rumi nods. ‘It’s… ah… kinda hot when you get all protective.’

Mira smirks. Pleased, as she grabs a spoonful of ice cream and offers it to her lover. ‘Okay… good. That’s good. I, ah, don’t want to share you. With anyone but Zoey. If, uh, you want.’

Rumi accepts the treat, rolling her eyes. ‘Subtle. But I accept.’ Mira tilts her head. Suddenly serious. ‘Yeah?’ Rumi leans in. ‘Yeah.’ Finishing their dessert, they fall into the shower. Unable to stay apart, laying soft, wonder-filled touches across each other’s bodies as they ride the high of a confessional euphoria.

Glancing at Mira in the mirror as they brush their teeth, Rumi grins. ‘I love you.’ Mira gives her a gentle nudge. ‘I love you too. Dummy.’ The tender insult just makes her smile harder. Crawling into bed, they fire a selfie off to Zoey. Who responds with something a little… x-rated. Mira cracks up as Rumi blushes and begins to stutter.

‘You know, we were serious about including you. If you wanted. Sometime.’ Still blushing, Rumi folds herself into the idol’s shoulder. Giving her a tiny, shy nod. ‘Y-yeah. Maybe tomorrow.’ Mira only smiles. A tender chuckle escaping as she lays a kiss on Rumi’s head. ‘Sure. Only if you want. There’s no pressure. I love you no matter what, okay?’

Eyes shining, Rumi meets her in a kiss. ‘Yeah. I love you too. I still can’t believe this is real.’ Reaching for the light, Mira pulls her close in the darkness. ‘Believe it. Now I’ve got you I’ll never let you go.’ Nuzzling into her shoulder, Rumi sighs with contentment. ‘Promise?’ The star smiles into the contact. ‘Yeah. I promise.’

Across the city, the lights are still on in a particularly impressive high rise. An attractive woman in her late forties stares intently at a report on a screen that sits on a massive desk in an oak-panelled office. Pushing her glasses up her nose as she considers her options. Someone knocks at the door.

‘Come in.’

A harried looking PA enters. A young man in his thirties, well dressed but worn thin by the long days of corporate Korea. She smiles. ‘Han-ssi. How can I help?’ He bows deep. Offering a sleek Samsung to her. ‘Sajangjim. I’m sorry to intrude… it’s your daughter. I thought you would want to know.’

Taking the device, she observes a video playing on the screen before handing it back. ‘Is there more?’ Somewhat nervously, the young man bows again. ‘Y-yes. Sajangnim.’ She narrows her eyes. ‘I hate to ask, but would you put it in a report and email it to me? Then go home. Please. Make sure you log it as overtime. You can start later tomorrow, make sure you’re rested. Yes?’

He bows, quickly retreating. ‘Yes, sajangnim. Of course, sajangnim.’ Pulling up an internet browser, she types something into the search bar and hits enter. Sighing as her screen floods with results. Pushing her glasses onto her head, she pinches the bridge of her nose as she sighs. ‘Oh Rumi. What have you done now?’

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To be continued…

Chapter Text

Rumi wakes feeling unusually… soft. Peaceful. Looking over in the sheets next to her, Mira sleeps on softly; one arm draped over Rumi’s hip protectively as they lie together in the early morning. Remembering the events of the previous day - and night - a hot, pleased flush courses though her body.

Leaning up, she places a tiny, delicate kiss on her lover’s jaw. Mira groaning as she begins to rejoin her in the land of the living. Eyes blinking open sleepily before she looks down at the woman in her arms with unexpected tenderness. ‘Hey. Good morning, beautiful.’ Rumi presses up to capture her in a slow, easy kiss.

Pulling back to meet her gaze with soft longing. ‘H-hey.’ Mira laughs; the sound warm and low. Knocking Rumi’s nose with her own as she leans in. ‘Hi. I love you.’ A shudder of pleasure traces all the way up Rumi’s sides and comes to rest gently in her chest. She grins. ‘So it wasn’t a dream.’ 

Mira kisses her again. ‘If this is a dream I never want to wake up.’ Rumi giggles as Mira pushes the blankets off and throws the remaining bedding off to roll on top of her. Leaning in for a hot, slow kiss as Rumi watches her with wide eyes. Expectantly.

Mira indulges her. Grazing a leisurely, decadent path down her torso with her tongue, only stopping to layer Rumi’s breasts with affection as she moans and writhes in the sheets. Reaching her destination, she finds Rumi wet and wanting.

It didn’t have to take much, but Mira wanted to take her time on this particular morning. Rumi all but screaming the house down by the time she finally, eventually came. Left gasping in the sheets, she reaches up to cup Mira’s cheek with something akin to wonder in her expression. ‘Mira. Fuck. I… you’re amazing.’ 

Mira just presses in to steal a kiss. ‘You’re amazing. My beautiful girl. My love. Shower with me?’ Lovesick and starstruck they fall into a giant, glass panelled shower that is maybe the size of Rumi’s whole bathroom back home. Laying slow touches and soft lips on each other’s skin as they fall apart in the morning light.

By the time they eventually peel themselves away from the room, it’s gone eleven. Mira giggles as they pile back down to the car. Rumi falling against her as they share an inside joke, lost in their own little world.

Keys in the ignition, Mira skirts her gaze over her companion. ‘So, I know Zoey’s waiting for us, but… maybe breakfast? Or coffee?’ Rumi cocks her head. Thoughtful. Before laying her hand atop Mira’s. ‘I know a place. If that’s okay?’

Mira lets Rumi guide them back to Hongik U. Parking in a maze of side streets near the apartment that Zoey is now insistently calling their ‘love nest,’ they wander to a small shop near the main road. She points a finger at Mira before they head inside. ‘So. This is my and Jinu’s favourite place. A heads up that if he sees me here he might be kinda mad, but he’ll get over it. It’s just… special. Okay?’

Mira gives her a small smile. Placing a chaste kiss on her cheek before threading their fingers together. ‘Noted. It’s special.’ Heading in, a young barista in a bucket hat waves fondly at the officer.

‘Rumi! 안녕! No Jinu? Who’s this?’ He gasps. ‘Not… your girlfriend? Jinjja!’ Rumi and Mira share a shy smile. ‘Ani, not yet. But… maybe soon.’ Hong-seok winks, shooting Mira a thumbs up. ‘Pro tip. She drinks iced americano year round. She’s crazy like that.’

Mira offers him a warm smile. ‘In that case… make it two. Please. Anything else I should know?’ Rumi slides her arm around Mira’s waist with a giggle. ‘Ya! Hong-seok! Don’t give away all my secrets, man.’ He just grins. ‘She loves the cookie.’ Winking, he points at a nearby cabinet on the counter: bursting with giant, fluffy, home-made confections.

Mira bursts out laughing. ‘I could have told you that. Can we please have… one strawberry choc-chip, and one matcha white chocolate? Chuseyo.’ He pushes over a machine for Mira to tap her card, and offers a cheeky salute. ‘You got it, boss. Hey Rumi, your usual seats are free.’

‘감사합니다.’ She drags Mira to her usual corner, it only feeling slightly sacrilegious without her best friend. Mira looks around with interest. ‘So… this is your usual? It’s awesome.’ The white washed room is small, with masses of natural light coming in from the wood-framed windows set in each wall. Stylish arm chairs are clustered around the space next to low tables, with a single bar leaner under a window simply covered in house plants.

She shrugs. ‘It’s pretty special. Honestly, we’re lucky people know how good it is and it’s stayed open this long. Seoul is a brutal place to run a cafe, and good places shut down all the time. So we come whenever we can. It helps that the coffee is incredible.’

Just at that moment, Hong-seok swings by with their coffees. Placing them on the table with a flourish. ‘Ladies. Enjoy your date.’ With a wink, he ducks back behind the coffee machine. Mira offers her a cheers, and they take a sip. Mira’s eyes blowing wide as the flavour hits her. ‘Oh my god. This is sinful.’ Rumi winks. ‘Told ya!’

Just then, Rumi’s phone goes. Checking the readout, she winces.

Demon boy 😈 11:43am

Dude. You took her to our spot? Not cool.

Rrrrumi🏎️ 11:43am

I know. Mianhe. We needed somewhere she wouldn’t be recognised, and I knew Hong-seok would be cool.

She makes a face. Committing to a follow up text.

Rrrrumi🏎️ 11:44am

I know I screwed up. When do you wanna talk? I’m home tomorrow, or I’m sure you can come to the tower if today works better

Demon boy 😈 11:44am

…wow. Drop it real casual in there. Tomorrow’s fine, 2pm? I still love you, but I’m also hurt.

Rrrrumi🏎️ 11:44am

…yeah. I’m sorry. 2 works - love you back.

Placing her phone face down, she sinks into her chair with a sigh. Mira drapes an arm around her shoulders, trailing a gentle hand between her shoulder blades. ‘Hey. You okay? Was that Jinu?’ Rumi makes a face. ‘Yeah. He’s, ah, pretty mad.’

Mira gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze. ‘Yeah. As he should be. I would be. In fairness, I also owe him an apology.’ Rumi quirks an eyebrow. Mira responds with a small smile. ‘I mean… once it became obvious it was deeper than just physical I should have expanded the scope of your NDA. It wasn’t fair on either of you to keep you isolated like that. Mianhe.’

Rumi giggles. Taking Mira’s spare hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles with a smile. ‘Who are you and what have you done with Mira? Five eleven, grumpy, would rather have her teeth pulled without anaesthetic than communicate her feelings?’

Mira snorts, giving Rumi a gentle poke in the side. ‘Ya! Number one I’m not that bad… anymore. Number two… I’m definitely six foot. You know this about me.’ Rumi simply smiles up at her angelically and takes a sip from her coffee. Mira sighs, returning to her own drink with a fond smile.

When they break into the cookies, Mira’s eyes grow wide with delight. She immediately ducks up to the counter to get Zoey a triple chocolate to go. Having a quiet word with Hong-seok at the counter, she scribbles something down as he smiles before heading back. Rumi shoots her a knowing look. ‘Autograph?’ Mira nods. ‘Yeah, and I asked him if he wanted me to post some food pics on our official page. The answer is a definite yes. I’m with you, places like this need to be supported. Less Starbucks, and more Hong-seoks of the world.’

Rumi ducks in to steal a kiss. Mira blushing pink and the barista giving a knowing whistle. Wrapping up their drinks, they head back into the world. Mira requesting Rumi to throw on another of her playlists as they navigate the midday traffic that keeps them away from their desired bridge.

This time, Zoey does knock Rumi down when they get home. It might have something to do with the fact she texted her about bringing cookies. Mira cracks up, snapping photos as Zoey alternates between apologising and peppering Rumi with kisses.

Mira eventually hauls them both up, and giving Zoey a long, slow kiss, she heads off to her room to unpack - ever organised. Zoey, meanwhile, drags Rumi into the living room. As they get closer, Rumi spots what appears to be a… circus tent (?) covering the giant couch. Zoey giggles, moving to cover her eyes and lead her the rest of the way down the hall.

After they somehow make it down the stairs without dying, she leans in to whisper in Rumi’s ear. ‘I got a surprise. You ready, baby?’ At the pet name, something warm skates down Rumi’s sides to nestle warm and low in her belly. Breathing shallow, she nods.

Zoey whips her hands away with a flourish, and Rumi gasps. Assembled with dozens of coloured sheets and what must be at least a hundred pillows in the biggest blanket fort she’s ever seen. Decked out inside and out with fairy lights, it looks easily big enough for Zoey and Rumi (but not Mira) to stand up in.

Zoey leads her inside, and ducking her head she steps over the threshold and gasps. It’s like something out of Arabian nights. Pillows skirting the edge of the tent to hold the edges down, a high ceiling held up by a single, suspended rope. Zoey grins. ‘I have a rig for silks in here. And I was thinking… Mira isn’t the only one with romance skills.’

Taking Rumi’s hand, she blushes. ‘Do you like it?’ Stepping in to tenderly cup her cheek, Rumi softly smiles. ‘Zoey. It’s… amazing. I can’t believe you did this all yourself.’ The shorter girl just grins. Which is when Rumi tackles Zoey onto the floor, pushing her hands down into the sheets as she kisses her stupid.

‘Wow. This is actually… crazy impressive. Nice job, Zo.’ Mira ducks her head as she steps in, eyes wide with amazement. Catching sight of the two women tangled on the floor, she snorts, nudging them softly with her foot. ‘Hey! What’s all this getting frisky without me that keeps happening lately?’ Rumi looks up in a sultry grin. ‘Aren’t you two always asking if I want to join in? Because I’m pretty sure that offer extends to you as well.’

Mira quirks an eyebrow, looking over at their youngest as she lies breathless in the sheets. Still a pale pink, Zoey cups Rumi’s cheek. ‘Ah. I was kinda hoping we could wait for nightfall? It’s… um… more romantic that way.’ Rumi leans in for the softest of kisses before pulling Zoey back to her feet. ‘Zo… that’s actually really sweet. Of course.’ Mira tousles their hair as she steps in to wrap an arm around Zoey’s waist.

‘In that case… lunch? Cookies won’t keep us going that long, and I’d hazard a guess that this one has survived only on sour gummies since about two this morning.’ She shots Zoey a knowing look, and the younger girl raises her hands in defeat. ‘Aaah… you got me. Lunch sounds great. Thanks, Mirbear.’

They fall back into easy domesticity, Rumi relaying her best friend woes as Zoey nods sagely. ‘I mean, yeah. Of course he’s mad. You might just have to give him time. Talking is a good first step.’ Shooting a glance at Mira, she broaches an idea.

‘I mean… if you’re going to date Rumi… and I’m going to date Rumi… then surely we should just bite the bullet and invite the Saja boys to dinner? Here? Bobby will sort the paperwork if I ask nicely.’ Mira gives her a horrified stare. ‘Aaaah… maybe? I just.’ She pulls a face. ‘Technically it’s in our employment agreements that we’re not allowed to date while under contract. And that’s only for boys. Can you imagine if the network found out that Rumi is… ah… a girl? Bobby said some people are already asking why she’s here so often.’

Rumi winces. ‘Could you not have worked that out before you put the moves on me? Because hearing that makes me wildly anxious.’ Zoey wraps her in for a tight hold from behind, leaning on her shoulder as she sighs.

‘Yeah…. Sorry Rums. It’s all kinda messy. For what it’s worth, I want to put you first. Screw the network. If I want to romance the prettiest girl in town then they gotta deal with it.’ Mira grins. ‘Uh huh. I’m sure that’ll go down real smooth with HR. But… same.’

She looks up at Rumi. ‘When I said I wasn’t going anywhere, I meant it. If it’s Huntr/x or you, well…’ she and Zoey share a knowing look. ‘Let’s just say I’ll be in the market for a new job. Okay?’

Rumi sighs. Falling back into the touch of the woman nestled in behind her. ‘O-okay. You’re sure?’ Mira nods. ‘Positive. I… I’m just nervous about screwing up in front of your friends.’ Zoe throws something at the taller girl. It might be a sock. ‘Ya, babo. Then don’t screw up. Yeah?’

Mira kicks the offending item out of the kitchen, shooting Zoey an unimpressed glare. ‘That’s not hygienic Zo.’ She plates up - steaming rice bowls packed with veggies. Rumi and Zoey share a look.

‘Mir are you…. worried we’re gonna get scurvy or something? There have been a lot of vegetables this week…’ the taller star throws her hands up in the air. ‘I mean… yeah? Rumi apparently only subsists on ready shakes and work lunches, and as for you…’ she lunges for Zoey with the spatula - the shorter girl sidestepping with a giggle. 

‘I’m pretty sure your arteries are already hardened with how much rameyon you’ve gone through in the last fortnight. So I don’t want you to die young and leave me all alone, sue me.’ Rumi and Zoey share a knowing look before they explode into peals of laughter.

Rumi wipes a tear of mirth from her eyes. ‘Aww Mir. We love you, so much.’ Zoey nods. ‘Thank you for taking care of us, okay?’ They each lean up on tip-toes, placing mirrored kisses on the idol’s cheeks as she blushes and looks away. ‘Plus.’

Rumi grins. ‘Pretty sure scurvy is the last thing you have to worry about killing me.’ The stars freeze. Laughter vanished, stripped from the room to leave only cold air. Zoey steps in to throw her arms around the firefighter. ‘Not funny Rums.’ Mira nods. Stepping in to enfold both of her girls into a tight squeeze, pulling them close.

‘Yeah. Zoey’s right. I know humor is how you cope, but we’re… not thrilled about your work situation. We worry about you, okay?’ Rumi swallows. Okay. Maybe they have a point.

They pad over to the dining table, the mood subdued. Mira casting a weary glance over at the purple haired girl. ‘You’ve got more bruises than normal this week. Wanna talk about it?’ Rumi winces.

‘Ahhh. It’s just… survival of the fittest. I have to keep up. And more than that, I have to succeed. Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I get a pass.’ Mira points her chopsticks at her. ‘Okay. Survival of the fittest… what happens when you don’t fall into that bracket anymore?’ Rumi shrugs. ‘Ah. That won’t happen.’

Mira taps her on the knuckle. ‘Rumi.’ She looks up. ‘Even meeting those boys only once I can see that you’re at a distinct disadvantage. Minus Baby, they’re all built. They must each weight upwards of ninety kilos. You’re what…sixty?’ Rumi nods. ‘Fifty eight.’

Mira sits back. ‘Okay, so riddle me this. You’re all built differently, with different natural skills. You’ve already said that you and Baby are often singled out for search because of your small size. Why should you also have to meet what they’re doing when they’re twice your size? Can’t you all set a slightly lower benchmark and then specialise?’ Rumi grimaces. ‘I mean ideally… yeah. That’s the end goal with all the stuff I’m tinkering with in the background. But until then… I’m not in charge. And the old guys who are in charge love an old school training session.’

Zoey leans over. ‘Yeah, I was meaning to ask about that… what’s the deal with this one?’ Lifting Rumi’s shirt, she jabs at a long, yellowing bruise. ‘It looks like… a boot.’ Mira narrows her eyes. Rumi suddenly looks very interested in her food. Mumbling something under her breath.

Mira gives her a gentle nudge. ‘다시 말해줘요?’ Rumi looks up, eyes flashing with hurt. ‘That’s because it is. Jinu already took photos. It was just the chief having a stupid moment of bravado, it doesn’t matter.’

Mira and Zoey share a horrified look. The younger girl pushing her bowl aside, no longer hungry. ‘Hey, Rums?’ The older girl looks up gently. Face carefully masked as she plays with her food. ‘Is there… anything else we should know about?’

‘There’s a sudden death pot.’ The words snap out. Hard, with an obsidian edge. Mira pales. ‘Is that what…’ Rumi nods, stabbing her chopsticks in her bowl angrily. ‘Yup. Exactly what it sounds like. The old guard take bets on who has the best survival odds. And then they get all teary at the funerals like they didn’t set the poor bastard up for failure.’

Zoey gets real quiet. Nervously reaching for Rumi’s hand. ‘How much money is riding on you?’ Rumi waves a hand. ‘A lot. But I’m not worried about me. I’m fucking angry about my boys. They work damn hard to protect the public, and the best those 새끼야 can do to thank them is discount the risk they take with a cheap, cruel joke.’

Mira looks thoughtful. Quiet. ‘Have you tried reporting it?’ Rumi laughs. Not mean. Just tired. ‘Mir I… there’s no point. Jinu documents everything. He’s got this stupid, unkillable belief that one day we’ll finally have enough for a case and shake things up. But they’ll twist the story. They always do. So. I ignore it. I keep my people safe. And I keep working towards the top. Put out the fire from inside the house.’

Mira leans across the table. Tenderly cupping Rumi’s cheek. ‘You’re the firefighter not me… so tell me. In the real world, putting out the fire from inside the house. Can it work?’ Rumi shrugs. ‘It depends. On a lot of things. Only if it’s not well involved.’ Zoey shoots her a look. ‘Involved?’ Rumi gestures upwards with her hands. ‘Poof. If the fire’s caught, it’s too late. It’ll just keep getting hotter until it runs out of fuel. So. You retreat.’

The idols share a look. Nervous. Before Mira sits back with a sigh, nudging Zoey’s bowl back towards her. ‘Okay. We’ll… revisit. But first, lunch.’ Rumi offers a small smile. ‘I mean… I don’t know how it works with the privacy thing, but we do have support services for partners and family members. Counselling. A support group. Pamphlets.’ She gives Mira a nervous look. ‘You were serious about no more death jokes?’

The idol kicks her under the table. ‘Yes. I also know you’re about to say grief counselling, so haha very funny not gonna happen.’ Zoey looks thoughtful, taking a massive mouthful of rice. ‘Haa hanboo wa uuum?’

The two older girls snort with laughter. ‘Zoey. What!?’ She swallows, grinning sheepishly. ‘What about your mom? I know you don’t talk about her much… but what does she think about all this?’

Something flickers across Rumi’s expression. She sighs, taking a bite to delay her answer. ‘Celine is… complicated. She’s very proud of me. But we…ah… she’s not a kids person. And she lives in a world that has sharp teeth. So she’s always expected me to excel no matter what I do.’

She looks up. ‘We… I see her fairly often. She still expects me to take over the family business. It’s just… hard. There are a lot of walls. So.’ Mira tilts her head. Thinking. Zoey squeezes Rumi’s hand before she continues shovelling food into her mouth, appetite returned. Mira watches her quietly. 

‘It sounds like she doesn’t understand.’ Rumi nods, pointing her chopsticks at Mira. ‘Yeah. That’s it exactly. I know if she knew how dangerous it was she’d intervene to get me out, so I keep it pretty low key. But, ah. You can’t hide everything.’

Zoey grins. The tiny hamsters in her brain turning gears at top speed as she changes tack. ‘So! When are we meeting her?’ Rumi chokes. Wheezing as Mira pounds her back. 

‘Zoey! I…ah… no! Just no. Celine is extremely traditional and lives right in the public eye. You show up without a ring and she’s going to have questions. So… let’s not do that.’ Mira grins. ‘What if I want to?’ Zoey flicks a green bean at her across the table. ‘Mira. Please. You’re too chicken shit to ask Rumi to be your girlfriend, in what world do you see yourself whipping out a ring?’

Mira flicks it back. ‘Hey. Not… now. Just…someday.’ Smiling at Rumi across the table both their cheeks flushing crimson. Zoey clears her throat. ‘Eh ehm! I sure hope those grand plans include yours truly - your actual girlfriend.’

The three girls break down laughing. Zoey waggling her eyebrows, setting them off again every time it looks like they’re about to cool off. Somehow they finish eating, and Zoey drags Rumi into the fort to teach her the ways of Animal Crossing while Mira drifts over to the office to wrap up some work.

The sky darkens, and Mira emerges to find Rumi and Zoey have conspired to surprise her with dinner. A simple stir fry with veggie sides, she gives each of them a kiss in thanks as they high-five under the table.

Changing into pyjamas, they tumble into the fort and collapse. Zoey babbling about setting up a movie as Mira and Rumi share a knowing look. Rumi taps Zoey on the shoulder, interrupting her mid sentence as she debates with herself the merits of Sharknado versus Over the Hedge. Climbing into her lap, Rumi pulls her into a gentle, heady kiss. Wrapping her arms around her neck as she angles her head for better purchase, dipping her tongue into Zoey’s waiting mouth to test the waters.

Zoey moans into the touch. Opening her mouth to allow Rumi entry, as they gently explore each other while Mira slips into place at Zoey’s shoulder. With a gasp, Rumi pulls back, nudging Zoey back to her girlfriend as Mira pulls her into a greedy, earth-shaking kiss. Rumi dipping lower to ghost her lips down the nape of Zoey’s neck, the younger girl crying out when she finally makes contact.

Gently, firmly, they guide Zoey into the centre of the blankets, and lovingly strip her bare. Hands and mouths running down her sides; a kiss placed on her collarbone, a tiny bite mark on her shoulder. As if seeing each other for the first time, they turn. Drawn together by a mysterious, inextricable gravity, they fall together; lips clashing in a soft, desperate display of desire as they strip the last of their layers and let their bodies enmesh.

Zoey watches with starry eyes as her partners fall together. Pulling apart with a gasp, before they return to the shorter girl lying ready in a mound of soft pillows. Cupping her cheek, Rumi begins to kiss her with a hungry, yearning fervour. One hot mouth seeking another; as Mira dips down to cup their maknae’s ample chest and draw her nipple into her waiting mouth as she cries out on contact.

Rumi ducks down, letting Mira take the lead as Zoey loses herself to the ocean of soft touches, trailing her tongue down Zoey’s collarbone before she descends. Sucking a hard, deep mark where it can linger just out of sight; claiming the younger girl for her own.

She steadily dips lower. Kissing a hot trail down her rib cage, pausing only to suck a hard circle across her nipple as Zoey bucks her hips and protests. Making it down to her soft, plush thighs, Rumi shuffles right between her legs. Letting her mouth lay loving, teasing touches onto the young girl coming apart before her; while Mira kisses her stupid and she cries out into the warm, dark night.

Looking up, she asks the question. ‘Zo?’ Mira pulls away, and a drowsy Zoey blinks down at her in awe. ‘H-hey. Wow. Aww jeeze. Hi.’ Mira chuckles, Rumi watching their junior with a soft smile. ‘Can I taste you? Baby?’

Zoey nods. Completely sure. ‘Rumi, please, I… fuck.’ Rumi dips in to chase heady, drunken licks down her cunt. Lapping at Zoey’s folds as she cries out. Popping back up, she taps the shorter girl on her thigh. ‘Hey, Zo? You have some lube stashed in here somewhere?’

With a hysterical giggle, Zoey breaks away from her girlfriend to reach under the mountain of pillows behind her. Emerging victorious with a travel-sized fisting lube. She shrugs. ‘What? A gal can dream.’ Mira nips at the tender skin behind her ear. ‘I think that’s a dream we can help with.’

Coating her hand generously in cold, slick liquid, Rumi returns to task. Running her fingers between Zoey’s folds as she squirms; ghosting circles around her clit before dipping away as the idol shudders with every touch.

She dives back in with her tongue, lapping readily at Zoey’s sensitive skin. The younger girl bucking her hips on contact, as she circles hot, heavy trails around her throbbing need. Gradually diving closer to the place she needs it most.

Mira continues to take her mouth. Kissing Zoey into a vacant, keening mess; wrung out and sensitive to the lightest touch. Rumi flickers her tongue across Zoey’s folds, hard. The idol crying out, gently knocking Rumi’s head back with the back of her hand.

‘Holy fuck… Rumi… god… damn.’ With a shy smile, Zoey glances up at Mira. ‘Mir? Will you fuck me real good?’ The coral-haired girl watches her with dark eyes. Her entire body exuding need. Yanking her maknae in for a rough, greedy kiss before she pulls back with a gasp. ‘It would be my pleasure’

They swap positions. Rumi pulling Zoey in for a long, slow kiss as Mira grabs the lube, winking as she applies the gel all the way up to her wrist. Rumi pulls back to watch, Zoey’s eyes wide with anticipation. Mira moves in slowly. Taking her time as she strokes up the dark-haired star’s thigh, Zoey whimpering as she ghosts a hand across her cunt and smirks while her girlfriend twitches with need.

‘Mira… Mira, please.’

The coral-haired woman leans in. All sharp teeth and smug rapture. ‘There’s my good girl.’ She pushes in. Zoey crying out at the contact, a slight tremor licking up her spine as Mira curls her fingers and drives into her hot, wet need. Rumi curls in from the side, yanking Zoey into a hot, decadent kiss as Mira begins to fuck her in earnest.

She slides in three fingers with slick ease. Thrusting into the shaking girl below, as Zoey begs and pleads for more. ‘Mira… fuck Mira please. Fuck me harder. Baby.’ And she does. Increasing her tempo just very slightly, pounding heavy, thick strokes inside her girlfriend while she begs to be filled.

Sliding in four fingers, Zoey throws her head back in an echoing cry. Gasping as Mira begins to tease at the feeling of fullness. She drives in slowly. Pushing almost all the way in before withdrawing, Zoey bucking her hips with every push. Slowing it right down, Mira leans in. ‘Zo? You wanna stop here, or keep going?’ The idol shakes her head. ‘K-keep going. Please.’

Mira and Rumi share a look. ‘You want me to get you there. Or…’ Mira smirks knowingly, ‘…do you want Rumi?’ Zoey’s eyes flash open. ‘Rumi. Please.’ Mira ghosts Zoey’s mouth, before swiping a demanding kiss and pulling out. ‘She’s all yours… baby.’ 

Rumi swallows as she positions herself between Zoey’s legs. Suddenly nervous. She blinks up at her two lovers. ‘I… I haven’t exactly, ah…’ Zoey giggles. ‘Fisted someone before? That’s okay, most people haven’t.’

Mira presses a reassuring kiss into her shoulder. ‘You’re okay. Ninety percent of the hard work is on the receptive partner. And I can confirm that Zoey is definitely ready for you. Just… listen to her. Keep adding fingers, and lube, when you feel it’s right. And then, when you’re nearly there just… let it happen. If you wanna get techy, because of the shape of the vaginal canal, once you get up to your wrist your hand will magically be forced into a fist. Completely painless for both of you.’

Zoey rolls her eyes. ‘Okay Mrs Frizzle. Enough chat, get your magic school bus in my garage like… post haste.’ Mira and Rumi look at her blankly. ‘Uh. What?’ Zoey just giggles. ‘American stuff. Don’t worry about it.’ Yanking Rumi on top of her in a kiss, as she eagerly bites at her lip and Rumi moans into the contact.

The firefighter rolls her eyes. ‘Uh huh. Bossy.’ Lining herself up, she slides in with a firm push. Zoey shuttering her eyes in pleasure as Rumi immediately buries three fingers knuckle deep into her slick core. Placing a hand on Zoey’s hip, she begins to thrust. Every sensation building like a drug, for both of them.

Zoey is immediately ready for four. Rumi pressing into her centre as she cries out, fucking her deep into the sheets as she shudders beneath her. Mira lays a final, reassuring kiss on her shoulder blade before stealing around to kiss her girlfriend. Zoey’s head falling back in pleasure as Mira takes her mouth.

Rumi readjusts her angle, and then holding her breath goes for five. Zoey moans. Mira grinning at the officer as she flushes pink with pleasure. The slick sounds of Zoey’s arousal fill the small space, as she bucks her hips and cries out as Rumi fucks her hard and raw.

Mira breaks away, Zoey protesting with a sigh, as Mira grabs the bottle of lube and dumps most of it on Rumi’s hand. ‘Trust me. You’ll need it.’ Remembering how it felt to receive, Rumi slows right down. Enjoying the soft push and pull of being five digits deep; letting Zoey drag her inside her tight, throbbing pussy.

Zoey swears. Rumi gasps. Mira, well. Mira just grins. Giving an experimental flex, she feels Zoey buckle around her. ‘Rumi… god…’ Mira kisses Zoey’s neck, eyes narrowed hungrily. ‘You’re doing such a good job, baby.’ Rumi begins to move. Pushing deep inside the smaller girl as she cries out, dragging her hand only fractionally out of her opening before plunging deep inside.

Zoey gets louder. Her hips rising off the ground as she clutches Mira like a lifeline and Rumi fucks her hard and deep. ‘Rumi… fuck… I… I… I’m good. I’m done.’

Eyes wide, Rumi slowly withdraws. Feeling her lover tremor all around her, Zoey’s body desperately trying to keep her inside. She looks at her hand in wonder. (Jesus.) She might have ventured to guess Zoey was too small, too fragile for these things, but the idol just grins up at her tiredly, gesturing for her to join them.

They curl in together; folding Zoey between them as Mira pulls a soft blanket over top, and they relax into the feeling of closeness. Rumi places a kiss on Zoey’s brow. ‘Zoey. You’re… amazing.’ She giggles. ‘Thanks! I know.’ Mira looks off into the distance. Thoughtful. ‘Hey, Zo?’ The younger idol hums in acknowledgement, letting her eyes fall shut.

‘How did that feel? Any different?’ Zoey nuzzles into Rumi’s chin. The firefighter pulling her in close with a smile. ‘Holy shit. Great. Honestly, the closest I’ve got to coming in ages. I could almost taste it.’

She sighs. ‘Well. If anyone can ever get me there again, it’s the two of you. But this is also good. Low pressure. And damn. You’re both… ugh. Just wow.’ Rumi grins. Tipping her chin to steal a kiss. ‘You’re perfect just the way you are. And I definitely want to do that again.’

Zoey blinks up at her with a smile. ‘Promise?’ Rumi giggles. ‘Fuck. Yeah. Wow.’ Slowly, both girls turn to look at Mira. Who shoots them a frosty stare. ‘Absolutely not. I know my limits, I’m a four-fingers-and-done kinda gal.’ They explode into a fresh round of giggles, reliving the night as they trade touches and chatter into the evening.

On the kitchen counter, Rumi’s phone goes off. Once. Twice. Then, it falls silent. Unnoticed by the women lost in each other a short distance across the room.

Celine 10:45pm

Rumi - I’ve heard you have a suitor. Please bring her to the house for tea.

Celine 10:45pm

Does next  Wednesday at four work well? I know that’s your first day off in a set. Let me know.

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To be continued…

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Rumi groans as she peels her eyelids open and glances around a strange, bright room. Blinking a few times as she finds herself being stared at by… a turtle. Scratch that, several turtles. Sitting up to stretch, she sees that she’s been left alone. Reaching her phone to check the time, she lets out a little huff of amusement. It’s after nine. Makes sense- the girls are a fair distance from their next day off. Checking her messages, she grins.

Zoey🐢 06:04am

RUMI MIRA IS TRYING TO KILL ME ISTG

Zoey🐢 06:04am

DEATH BY GLUTE BRIGDE

Zoey🐢 06:04am

U LOOK SO CUTE WHEN U SLEEP

Zoey🐢 06:04am

FYI

Zoey🐢 06:05am

We’re out all day 😭😭😭 Mira left you snacks in da frigo. Tacos 2nite?

Zoey🐢 06:05am

Hey cutie - please eat something substantial for lunch. I left you options. Shoots all day then I have a meeting, Zoey will be home before me. Apparently we’re having tacos. I love you - M.

Zoey🐢 06:06am

WHAT SHE SAID ❤️❤️❤️

Rumi 🥰🥰🥰 09:13am

Thanks - I love you too. Have a good day x

A slow warmth settles in her chest. Radiating through her body like starlight. She chuckles to herself as she flops back in the sheets. Feeling incredibly lucky - and more than a little smug when she flashes back to memories of last night.

Tapping back into her messages to check in with Jinu, her stomach drops. Celine.

“Please bring her to the house for tea.”

She groans. It’s not a request. Simply an order dressed up in niceties. She opens her google calendar and taps into Mira’s schedule… yeah. It works. Creating an invite to give her beau a heads up, she replies to Celine.

Rumi ❤️ 09:14am

Hi - thank you. We’ll be there. Can we bring anything?

The reply is instant.

Celine 09:14am

Just yourselves. Please tell Mira I look forward to getting reacquainted.

Rumi winces. Ouch. Honestly, it’s something short of a miracle she and Mira haven’t crossed paths sooner. At the very least a play date should have occurred - a little political sandboxing by the parents of the new elite. Which means it wasn’t. Celine has always been extremely… selective… with the types of people she lets in to their circle. Despite their profane wealth, the Chois never made that list. Until she met Mira, she’d never questioned why.

Flicking Jinu a text, she drags herself into the shower. Her upper body feeling deliciously sore from the events of the previous day. Maybe she’ll take over the girl’s gym, do her yoga here. If nothing else, the view is significantly better than staring at her wall back home.

She’s just refilling the beans in the coffee machine when the front door chimes open. Stepping away to look around the corner, a short, chubby man about her age waves as he removes his shoes. ‘Hi! You must be Rumi. I’m Bobby, the girl’s manager. Mira said I’d probably find you here, mind if I join you for coffee?’

A little bemused, but reassured by him name dropping her date, she offers him a smile. ‘Sure, good timing. How do you take it?’ He struts down the hall towards her with a friendly grin. ‘White, two sugars. 감사합니다.’ She laughs. ‘Bobby, unless you’re here to grill me with legal stuff we can drop the formalities. ‘고마워’ is fine.’

Sitting at the breakfast bar, she shoots him a questioning look. ‘So, not that it’s not nice to finally meet you… but what’s up? I’m sure someone as busy as you dropping by isn’t just a free moment in your schedule.’ Bobby raises his hands with a chuckle. ‘Guilty. I, uh, Mira and I had a chat before your competition. A chat in which she insisted you were just “friends.” So colour me surprised when the very next day she sent me a partnership request.’ Rumi raises an eyebrow. Bobby grins into his cup. ‘Okay, not surprised at all. Even before you went viral there was obviously something going on.’

Rumi sighs. ‘Viral? Really?’ Bobby nods, shrugging. ‘I wouldn’t sweat it too much. The girls do something supposedly noteworthy once a fortnight. And seeing as we’re steadfastly denying it’s Mira in those videos, I’m sure it’ll drop off. The hard core fans won’t buy it, but the rest of the world has bigger fish to fry.’ Relieved, she offers him a small smile. ‘Okay. Phew. I really didn’t need things getting complicated at work.’

Something passes across Bobby’s face. Rumi sighs, placing her cup on the counter with a quiet clatter. ‘Ah. Hence the formalities. Lay it on me.’ Bobby makes a face. ‘There’s no nice way to put this… but I’m shredding the request. Not so much to deny it, but to protect you. All of you.’ Something cold sticks in Rumi’s throat. She gestures for him to continue. ‘I, ah… look. You seem great. And you definitely make good coffee. But at the end of the day, it’s in Mira’s contract that she’s off market as long as she answers to the network. Maybe if you were a man it would be worth doing but… you’re not. Mianhae.’ She tips her head. ‘If you know about me, then I assume you know about…’ he nods sagely. ‘Zoey. Yeah. We had a similar chat a few years ago.’

‘Look, Rumi… I love my girls. And you make them - both of them - super happy. Which is great! We just have to, ah, tread carefully around the current political climate. The only way I can see it going if it comes out, is badly. If that’s what you all want, I can support it, but…’ he winces. ‘It’ll be hard. If you want my two cents I don’t think it’s worth the heartache.’

Rumi nods. Humming thoughtfully. ‘I… get that. Thanks Bobby. I have a friend in a similar position. Not that he’s seeing anyone, but he keeps it under wraps at work. It’s not about being ashamed, it’s about avoiding the abuse.’ Bobby’s eyes widen just a little bit. ‘Is… ah… your friend… a firefighter?’ Rumi swears she sees him start to drool. She starts to laugh.

‘Bobby! Well, now it makes a little more sense with why you’re such a big supporter of Mira and Zoey. And yes. Also yes he’s single. I just…’ she tips her head. Bobby waves a hand, sitting back as he sips his drink. ‘Pfft, I know he’s probably out of my league. But…’ his eyes give a naughty sparkle. ‘…do you have any photos?’

Swearing him to absolute secrecy from the girls, Rumi pulls up some of her best shots of Jinu on her phone. Bobby gasps, pointing at her screen. ‘I know that guy! @bulsaja333 - he makes all the dance TikTok’s. Wow…’ his eyes mist over. ‘I never thought…’ Rumi laughs. ‘That he’d be gay?’ Bobby shakes his head. ‘Nah, I knew that. I never thought that he’d be single.’

As they sip their drinks, the conversation easily evolves into an enjoyable back and forth. Trading stories, she finds they have more in common than she might have thought. From the look in his eyes, it’s clear Bobby feels the same. Eventually, he checks something on his phone and rolls his eyes. Standing, he reaches for Rumi’s mug to place them both in the dishwasher.

‘Well. This was lovely. I’m so glad it’s all working out. For what it’s worth, I think you’ll be really good for her.’ Rumi cocks her head. Confused. ‘For Mira. She, ah… she needs reminding that she deserves love. And I think between you and Zoey, she’ll get where she needs to be.’

Rumi waves Bobby off, and then dips into Mira’s room to steal some gymwear. She has several hours before meeting Jinu, and it’s been far too long since she had a morning to herself.

—-

Hours later, she chews on her lip as she flicks on the jug for coffee. Grabbing their matching academy mugs out of the cabinet (his reads WORLD WIDE HANDSOME and hers PRINCESS SAJANGNIM,) and dumping in some instant coffee powder. Her e-lock whirs, and someone steps into the entryway.

Turning, she offers her best friend a tiny wave. ‘Ya. Thanks for coming.’ Placing his shoes neatly to the side, he sighs. Throwing her a packet of binches before walking over to wrap her in a strong, warm embrace. Dropping the cookies on the counter behind her, she returns his affection. ‘Ya. Babo. You’re looking happy.’ She shrugs. ‘I, ah… yeah. I am.’ He ruffles her hair. ‘Well. That makes this a little easier. You wanna sit inside or on the balcony?’ Adding milk and sugar to his cup, she stirs thoughtfully before dumping the spoon in the sink. ‘It’s nice out. All my neighbours are working during the day, so we won’t have to worry about being overheard.’

Leaning on opposite ends of the railing, each with a pocket full of individually wrapped cookies, they sip their drinks in silence. Each waiting for the other to make the first move. He sighs. ‘Jinjja. So. You wanna tell me why you decided to keep this from me?’ She winces.

‘I… ah… signed an NDA?’ Jinu looks at her frostily. ‘Uh huh. And we both signed agreements with the department to hush up about our pay agreements, but we still share those. There are things you don’t keep from your friends. I’d have thought this was one of them.’

Rumi swallows. Stalling as she takes a sip of coffee. Eyes flicking up, she sees that Jinu is watching her intently. Waiting. ‘Jinu, I…’ She closes her eyes.

‘I know it was a stupid thing to do. I knew it would hurt you if it dragged on. But at first… I didn’t think it would. It felt like an expiry date was a sure thing, and I could just hold off and then tell you when it was over.’ He shakes his head. ‘Rumi. Your words make sense, but… c’mon. How long have we been friends? Even if your adult brain knew it was supposed to finish, I don’t think that’s what you were banking on.’ She offers a small smile.

‘Ugh. You’re right. I just… there was something about her right from the start. And I knew it was stupid, and reckless. But I kept hoping that if I just shut up, and kept going that… maybe it wouldn’t end. Maybe I’d get to keep her. And it felt like if I voiced that it would… jinx it.’ He sighs. Looking out over the park as he takes another sip of his drink.

‘Jinjja. Well, you’re nothing if not predictable.’ She gives him a small glance. ‘When did you work out who it was? Before… before the open?’ Looking skyward, he thinks. ‘Ahhh… I think around the time you started double dating. The crazy thing is, it was a mistake.’ Fishing his phone out, he taps on the screen intently, rapidly scrolling down before handing her his phone. She swears. ‘Shibal.’

There, in full colour, is Mira. It looks like she just wrapped a choreo session from the fine layer of sweat on her brow; smirking into her camera as she snaps a full body selfie in the studio. Hair tied back in her signature twin-tails, she’s decked out in black sweats and a familiar looking grey sweater. The words ‘FIRE ACADEMY’ staring back at Rumi in all caps.

She hands the device back with both hands. ‘Aish. Well. Yeah.’ He rolls his eyes. ‘You should know, the internet went crazy over that photo. Everyone who was anyone was bandwagoning this deep-dive theory that she had a boyfriend. Because my videos do well, some people even asked if it was me. And that’s when it clicked.’

‘I… didn’t Mira used to be your favourite?’ Jinu lets out a long, aggravated sigh. His eyes flashing as he replies. ‘Sure, she was my favourite. When she was just some random celebrity. But that was before my best friend lied to me for more than half a year about seeing her, and the whole time she treated her like absolute garbage. So, I dunno. Favourites change.’

Rumi sighs. ‘I… yeah. To be fair to her, it has been both of us. Not talking. But… maybe it’s getting better?’ Jinu groans. ‘Rumi. Sure, you helped dig this hole. We’ve talked enough times about how you need to use your words. But.’

He scowls. ‘She knew. She knew she was keeping you isolated, in a situationship, where you had a very cute time cosplaying a relationship that could have gone wrong at any time. And you didn’t tell me. Dude.’

‘That’s the deal. We tell each other everything. Because whatever, there’s an NDA. But what was to prevent her from accidentally strangling you and then her company vanishing your body as evidence?’

Rumi winces. Okay. He’s… got a point. ‘Jinu, I…’ he pulls away. ‘Rumi. I need you to understand that we can’t just go back to normal. I don’t trust her. I’m… ugh. Not worried for your physical safety anymore, but your emotional health? Super concerned.’

They each take a sip of their drinks. Thoughtful. Looking out on the world below. ‘I, ah, I’m also seeing Zoey?’ Jinu groans. Putting his head in his hands. ‘Rumi. Why do you do this to me?’ She gives him a gentle nudge. ‘I do have to say, to Zoey’s credit she’s the best communicator I’ve ever met. And sweet. And thoughtful. And… uh…’

Jinu shoots her a grin. ‘Are you thinking about how stacked she is?’ Bright red, Rumi takes a sip of coffee and suddenly becomes very interested in the nearby awning. Jinu shoves her. ‘Aigo! That’s my girl. Give me some credit though, I’d worked that out ages ago. Little D-cup-nim.’ He winks. ‘Should I tell her you said that?’ ‘Jinu’

He laughs. A sliver of normality in the haze of conflict. ‘I… thank you for talking with me. I just need to know that you’re okay. And when you keep secrets… I can’t do that.’ She sighs. ‘Yeah. You’re right. No more secrets?’ She offers a fist.

‘No more secrets.’ He meets her in a gentle fist-bump, and they finish their coffees as they watch the people below. Citizens just going about their daily lives. Jinu manages to spy two walking groups of ajumah having it out, and they duck down under the ledge to spy like school kids to and giggle as the screams drift upward. Someone takes a handbag to the face. It is delightful.

Steeping back into the blissfully air-conditioned apartment, Jinu shoots her a wink. ‘So. Do I get to meet Zoey? I wanna make Mira sweat for a tiny little bit more.’ Rumi laughs. ‘Jinu! That’s so mean! She actually wants to apologise to you and everything.’ He grins, rolling his eyes. ‘Apologies need to be earned. Plus, it’ll give me an unbiased opinion of Zoey. I have a feeling they’re quite different separate than together.’

Rumi thinks back to moments of togetherness in her mind. Snipping them to compare and contrast with moments alone. ‘…yeah. Yeah, they are. Zoey is dying to meet you, she might even invite you over today if it fits in her schedule.’ Jinu grins. ‘Jinjja! Maybe she can come here. Text her.’

Rumi🥰🥰🥰 03:46pm

Hey babe! Busy??

Zoey🐢 03:46pm

Nnooooo? Y?

Rumi🥰🥰🥰 03:46pm

Jinu wants to meet you. Come over?

She waits a minute. Then two. And then her phone explodes.

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

JINU????

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

THEEEEEE JINU????

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

OMFG

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

BRT

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

WAIT

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

I never been to ur house

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

Address

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

IM COMING

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

*to your house!!!!

Zoey🐢 03:48pm

**get your mind out of the gutter!

Rumi laughs. Showing Jinu the readout on her phone. ‘Yup. Lemme send her my address, she’ll be here in fifteen?’ He grins, raising an eyebrow. ‘Weirdly, she texts exactly like I thought she would.’ Rumi elbows him. ‘Stop thinking about my girlfriend, freak.’

He smirks. Rumi suddenly becoming very interested in washing and drying their coffee cups. ‘Did you say… girlfriend? Rumi? Rumi’s… girlfriend? The girl she is in a relationship with?’ Rumi groans, wiping her hands dry on a towel before steering Jinu back into the living room. ‘Jinu! Stopppp. It was a turn of phrase!’

Flopping on the couch, he jabs her in the side. ‘Bullshit. The heart wants what the heart wants.’ Flopping beside him, she kicks him half heartedly with a socked toe. ‘Jinuuuuuuuuu!’

He grins. ‘Okay. You said fifteen minutes? That means fifteen minutes to spill that tea on this cute little superstar who’s stolen your heart. Your time starts… now.’

Predictably, Jinu is horrified at her initial behaviour when meeting Zoey for the first (second) time. Which develops into him clapping his cheeks as he ‘awwws’ over the saccharine developments since then. Or, mostly saccharine. She’s just about to get into the details of what happened last night when her doorbell goes. ‘Coming!’

Opening the door, she finds a very sweaty Zoey carrying a box of… mandarin oranges. She drops into a deep bow upon sighting Jinu, holding out her gift with both hands. Hi! I’m Zoey Park! It’s, ah, it’s nice to meet you! I promise I’ll take very good care of your best friend.’

Jinu - predictably - bursts out laughing. ‘Oh, I like you. Get your ass in here! Rumi, grab the box.’ Rumi takes the box with a soft kiss to Zoey’s cheek that makes Jinu start imitating barfing noises. Rumi quickly shows Zoey to the shoe cubby before bringing her inside. ‘Ah, do you want a coffee? Cola? Chilsung?’ Blushing, she looks up from wrestling her laces. ‘A cola would be awesome. Thanks, babe. Jinu yells at her from his sprawl on the second sofa. ‘Yeah, thanks babe!’

Zoey flops onto the sofa, and it’s like she and Jinu are old friends. They start chatting away animatedly about some show (the characters are on Zoey’s socks,) and by the time Rumi joins them on the sofa Jinu is rattling off the who’s who for his whole family. Handing them each a drink, she offers her arm to Zoey, who snuggles in right away. Jinu lets out a low whistle. ‘Damn. I don’t believe it. When am I allowed to tell the boys about this?’ Rumi and Zoey share a look. ‘Ah. When Mira figures some stuff out.’

A cloud passes over Jinu’s face. ‘Figures. Until then…’ he whips out his phone and snaps a picture - Zoey giggling delightedly as Rumi looks on in horror. Jinu leans over to show them the results and Zoey snorts. ‘Oh my god. You have to send this to me. I’m getting this framed.’ Rumi rolls her eyes. ‘Zoeyyyyyyyy. You’re a bad influence on him.’

They share a look. ‘Actually, babe, I think we’re going to be bad influences on each other.’ Jinu winks. ‘Hell yeah we are. I for one cannot wait to gang up on you with Zoey and the lads one day. Someone will have to bring popcorn.’ Zoey leans out to offer him a high five, which he returns. Rumi sighs. Jinu’s eyes light up.

‘Hey. Wanna see pictures of Rumi in school?’ Zoey leaps up, sloshing her soda down her wrist as she dumps her glass on the coffee table and nestles in next to Jinu. ‘Would I ever!’ Knowing there’s no fighting it, Rumi goes to grab a cloth for the spilled drink. And a coaster.

‘Okay, so this is her giving the worlds most boooooooring speech. And this is her in home economics - look how cute she is in that little apron! And this...’ Rumi leans over from behind and flicks Jinu on the head. ‘Ya. Why do you even have all these? High school was ages ago. Plus, we never hung out back then.’ He simply waggles his eyebrows. ‘Blackmail material. Also, rude, you clearly spoke to me at least a few times or we wouldn’t be in any of the same photos, would we?’ Zoey is living for it. She leans up to pull Rumi in for a kiss, before blinking up at her all hopeful.

‘Do you have any baby Rumi photos? Like… little little ones?’ She sighs. ‘Zoeyyyyyyy. And, no, I don’t. Zoey pouts, so she relents. ‘I can rescue some next week. Gotta introduce Mira to Celine.’ Jinu spits out his soda. Rumi smacking him in the head before she goes to get another cloth.

‘I’m sorry, what? I must be imagining things, I thought you said you were introducing Mira to Celine?’ Rumi makes a face. ‘Yup. I did.’ Jinu sits back. And then starts laughing. Zoey looks between them, growing steadily more confused. ‘Ah. I. Isn’t meeting the parents usually a good thing?’ Jinu snuffles as he wipes the tears from his eyes. Still grinning.

‘Nah man… it’s just… you know how there are rich people and are there are rich people? Well, in the kooky heads of the people running in Rumi’s mom’s circle you shouldn’t date someone in public unless you’re 1000% happy with your date representing your family name and “bearing heirs.” So…’ he begins to laugh again. ‘…essentially Mira is attending an interview to see if she’s worthy of “official courtship.” Oh man. I’m gonna piss myself.’

Zoey’s jaw drops. Jinu rolling onto the floor where he continues to heave with laughter, Rumi looking pointedly away and decidedly uncomfortable. Which, naturally, is when her phone goes.

내꺼❤️ 05:11pm

Hey, just wrapped up with work - your geotag says you’re still at your place. I drove today, want me to pick you up?

Zoey starts to pout. ‘Um, RUDE! Why don’t I get a public suitor interrogation? Does Celine not take me as a serious candidate? Because I can bring her so many oranges!’ That does make Rumi laugh. ‘Zoey. I promise you do not want to bring this woman a single orange. We’ll… ugh… handle it. I don’t even know what information she’s going off at this point. The dancing videos? Like yeah, but they’re pretty tame all things considered. Anyway.’

She turns to look at Zoey. ‘Mira asked if we want a ride, she’s headed home.’ Zoey claps her hand together in a mock bow. ‘If you could be so kind… tell her heck yeah! Save me from another awkward conversation with a stranger in a taxi.’ She grins. Noted. ‘Jinu? I’ll get her to park downstairs til we’re done?’ He thinks about it. And then, surprisingly, shakes his head.

‘Bring her up. We need to talk. I think it’ll come across better in person.’ Zoey and Rumi exchange a look. Neither of them particularly envying whatever Mira is walking into.

Hot stuff 🔥 05:14pm

Please and thank you. There’s one extremely pissed off Jinu waiting for you. Thought you should know. He’s wearing the dad pants today.

내꺼❤️ 05:14pm

ㅋㅋㅋ oh boy. Fun. Thanks for letting me know x

She sighs. Staring vacantly at the screen as Zoey and Jinu launch into another tangent. Something about Americanized Korean snack foods? Zoey moves back to sit next to her and snuggles in as they banter. Rumi chiming in with attentive sounds, letting the other two carry the conversation as she mulls it all over.

At some point Zoey brings up Jinu’s Instagram account, and they move over to get some selfies in better lighting - at Zoey’s suggestion even setting Jinu’s phone on Rumi’s kitchen counter to hit ten counts from ‘How it’s Done’ - Jinu having stolen Rumi’s uniform shirt to film in.

The doorbell goes. The three friends share a look, Rumi standing to answer. There’s only one person it could be. Opening the door, she finds Mira smiling up behind her face mask, dressed in a dusty-blue crew neck and soft, grey jeans that bring out something in her eyes. Aware Jinu is watching every move, she leans up to steal a kiss. ‘Hi.’ Mira smiles into the contact. ‘Hey there cutie. Missed you.’

Zoey coughs dramatically from the background. Removing her shoes Mira rolls her eyes and crosses the threshold, leaning down over the sofa to give Zoey a sloppy, tender kiss. ‘And how could I forget my beautiful girlfriend. Who I did see three hours ago. Hey, baby.’ Zoey giggles. ‘Miraaaaaa! Hi! Well, I missed you. Wanna meet my new bestie? He’s an even better dancer IRL!’

Mira looks up, visibly nervous. ‘Ah. Hi. Again.’ She offers a tentative bow. ‘Sorry about the other day. Mira Choi. Huntr/x. I’d like to date your best friend, if that’s okay with you.’ Jinu’s nostrils flare. He stands, giving a small counter-bow. ‘Jinu Lee. Maybe. I’m not thrilled it’s taken you this long.’

Zoey and Rumi share an alarmed look. This is… not going well. Mira slips around to sit on the other side of Zoey. Rumi moving to sit next to Jinu with a nervous swallow. Then, unexpectedly, Jinu deflates. Sighing as he drops his head into his hands. ‘Aish. I just… why the theatre? I get you’re famous, but from what little I’ve heard you’ve been crazy about Rumi from the start. Did you have to play all these games?’

A pale pink dusts Mira’s fine features. Squeezing Zoey’s hand, she shakes her head. ‘Ani. You’re right. I made… a lot of mistakes. But I love Rumi, and I’m determined to make this right. To do right by her.’ Jinu shoots her a look. ‘I… look. I’m sure you would feel the same way as me if roles were reversed. Can we meet up and talk things out? Another time? I don’t think the other two need to sit through this.’ Mira nods, flipping open Kakao and bringing up her QR code. ‘Y-yeah. Sure. For what it’s worth, Zoey and I filed a partnership request with work. If that eases your mind at all.’

Rumi grimaces, raising a hand. ‘Ahhh… actually… Bobby came over this morning. He’s, ah, buried it.’ Three sets of eyes lock onto her. Sharing varying looks of horror and upset. Rumi waves her hands frantically. Anio! It’s not like that. It’s just, ah… the gay thing. He thinks they’d stop me seeing you, or at least make it hard, if we tried to do it officially. He’s going to support from behind the scenes, it’s just… it’s complicated. Mianhae.’

Zoey groans, flopping back into Mira’s shoulder as the other two share a knowing look. ‘Ugh! We knew it was a long shot, but Bobbyyyyyyy! Why does he have to be so sensible?’ Mira snorts, placing a kiss on Zoey’s head. ‘Probably for all the reasons we give him three percent. Jinjja.’

Jinu watches them cautiously. Giving Mira a once over that she meets with an even, mellow gaze. ‘Okay. Walk that back. But I am serious about doing right by Rumi.’ Jinu lets a tiny smile flicker across his face. ‘Aish. We’ll talk. I just… you’re basically at two strikes. What happens when you get to three? I’m not doubting that you love her. It’s more that… love alone isn’t enough. I think we’ve all lived through enough to understand that.’

Grabbing the glasses, he wanders back to the kitchen. ‘Tag me in those videos Zo? If you want to join the Saja boys at the station for a follow up let me know, Rumi can get it approved.’ Rumi sits bolt upright, flushing bright pink. ‘Ya! Why me!?’ He grins. ‘Cuz. Even if the old boys hate you for having a uterus, they still have a fucked up level of respect for your seniority. You’re more likely to get a yes than I am without it having any impact on your career. We both know what Kang-ssi says about me behind closed doors.’

Mira tips her head in a question. Before understanding hits. She makes a face. ‘Jinu. I’m… sorry. That’s fucked up. And super homophobic.’ He shrugs. ‘Eh. Used to it at this point. But thanks.’ Scrubbing their glasses before standing them in the drying rack. ‘Well. Zoey tells me you need to get started on tacos. So I’mma bounce.’

Rumi moves to the door to enfold him in a tight hug. ‘Thanks Jinu. This means a lot to me, I hope you know that.’ A smile ghosts his face. ‘Yeah, I know. We still kicking off with ladders and belays tomorrow?’ She gives him a tight nod. ‘Yup. I think there are seconds to be gained. Even with the old guys dragging us down, time is life in the hot zone. So.’ He gives her a cheeky salute. ‘Say no more, chief-nim! Looking forward to it.’

He gives the girls a quick wave. ‘Zoey. See you soon, thanks for the fruit - the boys will love it. Mira…’ he shrugs. ‘We’ll chat. I respect that you showed up today. 잘 가.’ And with that, he’s gone. With a sigh, Mira collapses into her girlfriend. ‘Oh my god. Guys. I’m sweating. How did I do?’

Zoey gives her a kiss on the cheek as she winks, accompanied by a double thumbs up.  ‘Considering how… ha… unhappy he was before you arrived, I think that went as well as it could have. Nice job, babe.’ Mira looks up to find Rumi. Uncertainty plastered across her face. Rumi tips her head in agreement with the younger girl.

‘Yeah, I’m with Zo. Jinu doesn’t hold grudges, so I think he appreciated you met him where he’s at to help with his concerns. Thank you, by the way.’ She shoots her a shy smile. ‘You didn’t have to go through all that. You’ve really gone above and beyond.’ Mira stands, moving to the kitchen to cup Rumi’s face as she pulls her in for a slow, tender kiss. ‘Ani. Mianhae. I’m just sorry it took me this long to start getting my shit together.’

Zoey suddenly clears the couch and barrels into them both. Wrapping her arms around their shoulders in a tight squeeze. ‘Aaaaaah! And now it’s time for tacos! I don’t know about the two of you, but I feel like the luckiest girl in all Korea right about now.’

Mira and Rumi share soft smiles over her head. Mira placing a kiss on her brow in agreement. ‘Yeah. I don’t think it gets any better than this.’

—-

To be continued…

Chapter Text

Walking back along dogok-ro, Zoey stops. Her sneakers squealing on the pavement. Turning to her girlfriend, she pales. ‘Mir… do you hear that?’ Mira wears the same tight fear on her face. ‘Do you smell that?’

‘Rumi.’

Following the sound of sirens and a trail of billowing black smoke, they sprint in the opposite direction of a stream of fleeing office  workers. Rounding the corner into a small drinking district, they hit a police cordon and gasp.

A two story Yeollip Jutaek has been completely consumed by flames. Even this far back they can feel the oppressive heat; as firefighters race around with chainsaws and axes to clear a path away from the adjacent buildings. Two tankers are going full bore in an effort to contain the spread.

Moving away from the uniformed officer, Mira points. ‘There.’ Appliance 3035 sits right on the edge of the warm zone, Jinu in green high-vis managing an entry board while an unknown volunteer manages a spread of fresh BAs on the ground. They share a panicked look. Where is Rumi?

‘Ya! What are you doing here?’ Kitted out in an orange driver’s outfit, Rumi races up to the cordon. Both girls exhale a sigh of visible belief. Shaking her head, Rumi gestures for them to go. ‘Seriously, go home. Please. The amount of toxins coming out of here is wildly dangerous, you need to go somewhere with better air. And don’t open any windows, okay?’

They nod, Zoey’s eyes filled with tears of relief. ‘Y-yeah. We’re sorry. We were just worried about you.’ A small smile flickers across the officer’s face. ‘Yeah. I know. But my boss is watching, so pretend I said something real scary and then get outta here, okay? And please, get indoors.’

Mira nods, wrapping an arm around Zoey’s waist. ‘You got it. I love you.’ Rumi winks. ‘I love you too. See you tonight.’ And with that, she’s off. Racing back to a fire hydrant to adjust an attachment that runs through her appliance to provide water to the boys on the ground. Zoey gives a sigh of relief and looks up at Mira with a sappy grin. ‘Isn’t she so hot in uniform.’

Mira gives her a loving knock upside the head, and they turn to leave. ‘Yeah. She sure is.’ They duck into the nearest subway station to get away from the steadily increasing smog, tapping through a barrier as they make their way to the Gangnam line. Mira threads their fingers together. ‘…I definitely feel a lot better knowing she’s driving today. She wasn’t supposed to, someone must have called in sick. Zoey squeezes her hand. ‘Yeah. I hope they didn’t send anyone inside. I know nothing about this stuff, but it seemed beyond saving. That would be suicide.’

They grow quiet. Contemplating the what-ifs. Thankful that - at least for today - Rumi has been kept safe. Her peice suspended from play - still involved, but safe on the sidelines. Mira gives a thoughtful hum. ‘Why do you think they made Jinu safety officer? Rumi definitely has more experience.’ The shorter girl shoots her a confused look. ‘Safety officer?’

Mira nods. ‘Yeah. Rumi’s real cute when she talks shop, so sometimes I let her get into it. The safety officer is in charge of securing the scene - they’re the common point of contact for all units, they run the entry board, and they’re in charge of designating safety zones for working staff members and public.’ Zoey grins. ‘Aww, cute. Lovergirl, do I sense you have a crush? I think you might have a crush. Go on, what else can you tell me?’

Mira elbows her back with a smile. ‘Uhhhh, not much. She might have used that as a distraction to remove my bra, and it gets kinda fuzzy after that.’ Zoey cracks up, leaning up on tip-toes to kiss her on the cheek. ‘Freak. This is why I love you.’

Someone screams. Turning, they see a group of twenty-somethings in purple sweaters. ‘Ah! We’re so sorry, are… you… Huntr/x?’ Mira turns on her thousand watt smile and winks, the group screaming even louder as they swarm to babble and chatter as Mira and Zoey sign photo cards and take selfies.

They’re nice enough. A few of them were definitely checking out Mira, so Zoey leans up on tip-toes for another kiss in a show of skinship, which makes the whole group swoon as they whip out their phones to get onto social media. Waving goodbye, they head further down the platform to take some quiet for themselves.

Mira pokes her in the side. ‘Ya. You know Bobby’s gonna be all up in our grill about that tomorrow.’ Zoey just giggles. ‘Don’t care. I think it’s fun. Did you see their faces?’ Mira groans. ‘I mean, yeah, but… it’s only cute because they think it’s fake. The moment they think it’s real the word ‘unnatural’ is only one step away from ‘adorable.’ It feels… ugh. Ignore me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.’

Zoey wraps her in a hug. ‘I get it. It sucks. I just… I wanna hold your hand. And be cute together and tell you I love you. And if queer baiting gets me that… isn’t it a means to an end?’ Mira sighs. Pulling her girlfriend close as she considers. ‘I mean… yeah? But it’s only acceptable if we also pretend to be disgusted with each other after. Which we don’t do. And I won’t do. And I just… I don’t want to buy into that.’

The train pulls up, and they cut the chatter. Sitting quietly as they make their way back to the tower. Back in the safety of the elevator, Zoey resumes the conversation. ‘Mir? You doing okay? You just seem kind of… off, lately.’ The coral-haired woman pulls her in for a kiss, before leaning back on the railing. Looking skyward as she thinks. It isn’t until they’re back in their own entryway removing their shoes that she speaks.

‘It’s just… did you ever wonder what else was out there?’ Zoey cocks her head. Featuring for her to continue. ‘I thought I was fine. I was really happy with our life, with Huntr/x, with… us. And then Rumi happened. And now, I don’t know.’ Zoey leads them into the kitchen, grabbing some mugs for tea as Mira leans on the breakfast bar. ‘Hit me. What makes you so unsure?’

Mira groans. ‘I… did you ever tally how much we work? Like, really think about it. We get two days off a month. And sure, we’re successful enough that we have lots of flexibility with our hours. But that’s hard won. You have two interviews this afternoon and I have to head over to the stadium with Bobby to chat strategy for our next big tour which hopefully will be wrapped up before Rumi comes home, but maybe not. I’m gonna be thirty next year, Zo. And this has been really cool. It saved me. But maybe… maybe I want my life back.’

Zoey hands her a mug. Watching her with big, dark eyes as she thinks. They curl up on the couch, taking tiny sips as they think. ‘Yeah. I think the limits of the music are getting to me. Don’t get me wrong, next album sounds amazing. But… so does every other album we put out. If you lined them all up in front of some white person they couldn’t tell them apart. And that scares me.’ She tips her head. Lightly tapping Mira’s arm.

‘Oh, yeah. Rumi said she could ask a friend about apprenticing me. I know we’re busy, but I can’t get it out of my mind.’ She sighs. ‘Do I… do it? Do I wait? Do I ask Bobby? I’m so torn with what to do. I know I don’t have the time, but that just makes me want it more.’

Mira lays a gentle kiss on her head. ‘Do it. We’ll make the time. I can take some of your admin, or maybe help with socials.’ Zoey rolls her eyes, jabbing the older girl in the ribs. ‘Mira no. You already carry way too much. Maybe I’ll splash out on an assistant for some of that stuff.’ The taller idol laughs, pressing a soft kiss into her partner’s head. ‘Sensible. You’re right. At this point we definitely have more money than we know what to do with.’

Zoey hums. Thoughtful. Taking tiny sips of her coffee before wondering aloud. ‘Mir? Can I say something crazy?’ The idol snorts, ruffling Zoey’s hair as she leans into the hold. ‘Uh huh. Any crazier than usual? Hit me.’

The shorter girl looks up, shy. ‘You know how, ah, we have the love nest? And it’s… fine. It’s private, it’s clean. But what if we sold that and got something bigger? Something for the three of us? Maybe a little closer to the fire station?’ Mira’s heart catches in her throat. Huh. ‘You weren’t listening in on me and Rumi the other night, were you?’

Zoey flicks her in the ear. ‘Eww! No! I leave you two well alone when you disappear, and you know it.’ Mira rolls her eyes. ‘Zoeyyyy! Not like that. It’s just… I was kind of wondering the same thing. Maybe we can even rent out a nearby studio if you chase down the tattoo thing. If we got a four bed we could even sound proof a music room for you to record.’ Her girlfriend looks up, pink cheeked and bright eyed. ‘You mean that?’

Mira captures her mouth in a soft, slow kiss. ‘I sure do. Want me to ask Bobby to start looking?’ Zoey cocks her head. And then gives a decisive shake. ‘Not yet. I think first Rumi needs to be our girlfriend. I know I’m ready, but when are you going to ask her?’

The taller girl blushes, looking away. ‘Date three? I just… I don’t want to race into something. Good things need time, and I want to give that to her.’ Zoey sighs. ‘Ugh. That’s so dumb. Because it sounds like you’re sure you want to ask her. But you’re… waiting? Is this like a delayed gratification kink?’ Mira laughs. ‘Zoey!’

‘Ani. It’s more… I know we’ve done a weird fucked up situationship u-haul that has been entirely my prerogative. And I want to get back on track. It’s like with… marriage proposals. Couples who get engaged between years two and six are fifty percent more likely to stay together. That’s a big number! I, uh.’ She blinks down at her hopefully. ‘I want this to last.’

Zoey sighs, grabbing their empty cups and swinging over the couch towards the kitchen. ‘You’re such a nerd. Love isn’t math, but okay. When’s date two?’ Mira pulls a face. ‘Uh. After Celine. Which… yeah. I…’ Zoey gestures her over to the kitchen. ‘Yeah, from what Jinu said it sounds like it’s going to be intense. You gonna be okay?’

Mira groans. Leaning on the breakfast bar with her head in her hands. ‘Ugh. I don’t know. There’s a… ah… tense relationship between Rumi’s family and mine. And Rumi is living out and proud, whereas I…’ she flinches. ‘…it’s not just the idol stuff. If my family find out, people are going to get hurt. And that’s what scares me.’

Zoey looks up, draining the sink and reaching for a towel before padding around the island to wrap her arms tightly around Mira. ‘Yeah. I know. But we’ll get through it. As long as we have each other.’ Mira sighs. ‘I guess. What’s the time? We have to head in for a wardrobe meeting at eleven, right?’ 

The shorter girl nods. ‘Yeah, it’s ten fourteen. We should get our skates on. Poor Rumi, getting shafted like that. Should we do something special for her tonight?’ A genuine smile breaks over Mira’s face. ‘Sounds perfect.’

—-

Rumi stashes her helmet in her locker with an angry sigh. Half stripping her overalls to tie them around her waist before heading back to 3035 for maintenance. It’s such… bullshit. That after all her work to recategorise their safety protocols she gets passed over for fucking Jinu. There’s no way this isn’t retaliation.

Wrench in hand, about to slide under the rig on a dolly, the demon himself appears. ‘Ya. Rum-ssi. Now a good time?’ She sighs. Sliding out of sight, her voice echoey and muted against the concrete floor. ‘Not particularly. It’s not your fault.’ Jinu crouches down, sliding her a drip pan with a defeated laugh. ‘Yeah, but it still sucks. It worked perfectly, by the way. I got chief to put that in writing, but I need a statement from you about how this makes you feel. The boys are going to write in support as well.’

Sliding back out, eyes flashing, she groans. ‘Shibal. Jinu, aren’t you tired of this? If they weren’t trying to get back at me you would have been driving this one. What about your own career? Once you’re branded a troublemaker there’s no going back.’

He just grins. ‘Aish. Princess-ssi, I’ve been branded a troublemaker since I popped out of the womb. It’s okay. 괜찮아.’ She sighs. ‘Okay, new track.’ Disappearing again, she unscrews a cap to get at the filter. ‘When are you hashing things out with my nearly-girlfriend?’

‘Ahhh… chief’s cutting me loose early today. Baby’s appointment got moved up, so he can do a half shift instead of none. So if she’s free… this afternoon?’ Rumi ponders this. ‘You should probably ask her sooner rather than later. Their schedules are compelled fucked - even worse than ours. Did you know they work twenty six days on, two days off? All year?’

Jinu raises an eyebrow at that. ‘Damn. Nope. News to me. You can’t tell from how lush their lives look on social media. In that case, I’ll do it now. Have fun, you dirty girl.’ Rumi blindly launches a kick at his ankle, that he easily dodges before giggling as he walks away.

@bulsaja333

Hey, are you free this afternoon? I finish at 1 now. Let me know.

@Mira

Hi - yeah, I can do that. I have a gap from 2:30-4? Where do you want to do this

@bulsaja333

Uh. My place? No offence, IDK how I’d feel about visiting y’all in the current circumstances

@Mira

That’s fair. Send me your address and I’ll be there. Thank you.

—

Mira hits the button for the eighth floor, nervously clutching a carrier bag as she taps her foot impatiently. The building is older, but well kept, and only two stops on the subway from the firehouse. From what little she knows about Rumi’s friend, it all tracks.

Standing outside number eleven, she raises a hand to knock, but before she can the door opens. Jinu offers her a weary smile - dressed in clean sweats and an anime tee shirt, his hair is lightly damp as if he’s just got out of the shower. ‘Hey. Thanks for coming.’

She offers a small bow, handing him the bag with both hands. ‘Thank you for having me. I wasn’t sure what you like, so I brought you some fresh coffee and a selection of tea bags. I hope that’s okay.’ Jinu returns her bow. ‘Thank you. Both is good, I appreciate the thought.’

She follows him into a well-decorated, comfortable apartment. Thrifted wooden furniture from the 60’s is laid out for maximum comfort - the shelves filled with records, souvenirs and photos. She winces slightly as she catches sight of a Huntr/x shrine tucked just above a mid-sized TV. In his photos, Jinu is surrounded by people. Two girls in particular pop up again, and again. Sometimes together, sometimes apart. Tacked onto the fridge, she sees shot after shot of Jinu and Rumi. Along with a small, cute girl she assumes is his younger sister. That, at least, would explain the overflowing hamper of toys stashed next to the dining table.

Taking a seat on an olive green gondola sofa (looking at how immaculately decorated the surrounds are, she queries if it’s an authentic Adrian Persall,) she looks up at the man in the kitchen. He pads over with two cups of coffee, handing hers over with a polite, two handed gesture that she mirrors with a bow.

Sitting in a burnt orange chair opposite, he places his cup on a coaster and sighs. ‘Look. I… I’m not here to dog on you. I just need to know where we stand. Because Rumi acts tough, but she’s sensitive. And I don’t want her to get needlessly hurt if you don’t understand that.’ Mira bobs her head. Sipping her drink thoughtfully, before clasping the cup in both hands as she replies. ‘What do you need to know? Consider me an open book.’

Picking up his own vessel, Jinu considers. ‘I… like I said before. Why the games? Why couldn’t you just have asked her out months ago? What is it about this that makes you too scared to do the right thing?’ Somewhere deep in her chest, something moves. A chunk of ice that has been lodged there since before she can remember. Something hard, and sharp. Screaming about the dangers of closeness. Petrified of anything but the comfort of isolation.

‘Jinu, I… you’re right. I have my own shit going on, and regardless how I feel about Rumi it was disrespectful and thoughtless to drag her along with me on that ride. I have no excuses - I just… like you said, I was afraid. A coward. Too scared of her saying no to ask for a yes. I can’t change it, but I can be better. I will be better. For her.’ 

He tips his head. ‘Sure… but what about for you? Let’s say Rumi turns around tomorrow and walks away. Or she dies on the truck. What then? Will you go back to old habits when there’s no longer the thrill of the chase?’ It’s like a slap. Something in Mira stutters. Something raw, and jagged on the inside.

‘I… yeah. You’re right. I’m not at liberty to share certain details - yet - but what I can say is this.’ She takes a breath. ‘It sucks that it took finding a girl I love to choose myself, but it did. And I… I know I’m not happy. Having Rumi in my life won’t fix that. If I keep going as I am it will stay a vicious cycle. So. I’m shifting things around.’

She looks him in the eye. ‘If Rumi left - for whatever reason - it would destroy me. I can’t say I’d chose better things in that moment of time. But after the dust has settled? Yeah. I would choose myself. Life is too short to run away from the person you’re supposed to be.’

She quirks him a small smile. ‘Does that answer your question?’ He laughs. ‘Damn! You really are a musician. It does… but words are cheap. We’ll see what the future brings. If it’s as good as you say, I should have nothing to worry about, right?’ She watches him thoughtfully across the table. ‘Speaking of worry… can I ask some questions about Rumi?’

He tips his head. Something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. ‘Sure.’ She meets him with an even, serious gaze. ‘Is there anything I need to know about her, health wise? I… ah… found out, about the depression. I’m not convinced she would have told me by herself. And I want to support, but I’m limited in what I can do if I don’t know.’ Jinu grimaces. Taking a sip from his cup as he considers. Returning it to the table, he folds his hands.

‘Has she told you how we met?’ Mira nods. ‘Okay, good. That makes this easier. I… she… Rumi does okay. But what she refuses to see, what we all see around her, is it’s all linked. When she’s stressed, when she skips the self care… it all multiplies. And she pushes through for a stupid long time. Until something breaks. And she falls. Then it happens again.’ He tips his head. In something like a mix between solitarily, and a challenge.

‘I don’t know if she’ll change. So you should know. She shouldn’t be a danger to herself… but I also wouldn’t write that off as a given. The thing about Rumi is, well…’ he cracks a bitter laugh. ‘…she’s all in. She’s always been that way. If I hadn’t intervened back on that rooftop, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.’ A breath. Then he continues.

‘If… jinjja, I hate this. If you’re able, start listening. To the non verbals. Look out for her. And if she’s getting too close to that edge… maybe she’ll let you rein her in. It’s fucked in the head, but her job is the only thing keeping her going, but it’s also the thing driving her into the ground.’

Mira nods. None of it a surprise. If she had to describe her love in one word, it would be… tense. Everything in her life a carefully balanced deck of cards. From her sterile apartment to the refusal to acknowledge the physical abuse at work. As if the only thing she’s worthy of is the image of perfection.

She sighs. ‘Yeah. I can do that.’ He shoots her a small smile. ‘She told me, you know. About the time you came over to clean her house, buy her groceries. Honestly, if it wasn’t for that… I would have just asked her to walk away. Sure, she comes from money. But she won’t use it. And I’ll be damned if I let some rich asshole take her for a spin while she works herself to the bone.’

Mira shoots him a smile. ‘I get that. Thank you.’ He shrugs. ‘Best friend.’ They both sip from their cups of coffee. Something shifted. Still tense. But now coated with a layer of understanding. Maybe the beginnings of respect.

‘I want her to be our girlfriend. And Zoey and  I…’ she shoots him a look. ‘Can I trust you with one thing?’ He spreads his hands. Leaning forward, intrigued. ‘Sure. Anything for Rumi.’ Mira nods in thanks. ‘We want to leave the tower.’ Surprise ripples over the fireman’s features. Too sudden to be concealed. ‘And we’re looking for a bigger place. If she wants, with your support…’ the idol takes a breath. ‘We’d want to ask her to move in. Is there anything you need from me before that could happen?’

Jinu tips his head. Then clapping a hand to his face, begins to laugh. ‘Jinjja! You lesbians are all the same. Aigo. Okay okay okay.’ He grins. ‘Just show up. Meet the boys. If they approve, I approve. Like I said, if you mean what you say, I’m not here to intervene. I just need to know she’s safe. That you won’t put your wants above her needs. That you’re in.’

Mira nods. Serious. ‘I am. I’d give it all to keep her safe.’ Something ripples across Jinu’s handsome features. The unmistakeable handprints of fear. ‘How much does she talk about things at the station?’

The idol pulls a face. Clutching her empty cup for support as she considers. ‘Not much. But enough for us to worry. Did she… did her boss really kick her? Just to make a point?’ Jinu sits back. Something bitter in his expression. Dangerous. ‘So she didn’t tell you the whole story.’ Mira watches. Silent. Quietly waiting for him to continue.

‘Everyone knows how serious Rumi is about the job. The old boys hate it. They’re intimidated by a young woman who thinks she’s better than them… because she is. And even though she’s the picture of humility, her results scream from the rooftops that their days are numbered. And they don’t like that.’

He grimaces. ‘We train every day as a unit. Usually the afternoon. And no matter the task - old, new, American, Korean, - they always make her demonstrate. They think it’s funny watching a sixty kilo girl haul a training dummy more than twice her weight.’

‘We were scaling the building with weights for a victim simulation. Passing out bodies and then belaying down. Cheif was playing the hero. On our last run through, passing her a baby, he boots her in the chest. She fell three stories - and it’s damn lucky that Mystery was keyed in enough to know she wouldn’t drop the dummy and came in to counter her line, or she would have hit the ground.’

Mira’s eyes narrow. Her hands shaking with rage as she takes it in. Jinu continues. ‘He gave some pathetic speech about being ready for anything. Praised her for putting the stupid sandbag’s safety above her own. But we all knew.’ Mira places her cup on the table. Gritting her teeth as she considers.

‘Jinu. What. The. Fuck.’ He nods in agreement. ‘Yeah. Don’t tell her I told you this, but… I had to come fish her out of the shower. She’d been crying. But kept it under wraps so the boys wouldn’t see. And she wouldn’t even leave the damned bathroom until I’d helped her cover up any sign of tears.’

Mira growls. White hot rage arcing though her chest. ‘Seriously? Jinu. We have to get her out. Three stories… she could have been paralysed. Or, worse.’

He makes a face. ‘Look… Mira. I’m not saying we should get her out. She loves her job. But what I am saying is that every time there’s a near miss some people have a little too much fun adding hundreds of thousands of won to the pot under her name. And she pretends it doesn’t get to her… but it does.’

The idol groans in defeat. Pressing her hands to her head as she takes it in. ‘Jesus… fuck. Okay. But if it gets worse, you’ll let us know? There’s got to be a point where she walks away. Not from her career. But from this particular station, maybe.’ He nods. Something close to approval shining from his eyes. ‘Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Thank you. For understanding. I know it sounds crazy, but this job… it’s her life. I don’t know if she’d cope without it.’

Mira sighs. Watching Jinu with new eyes. Relieved Rumi has such strong support. But something niggles at her chest. A feeling that something has to give. Even a cat only has nine lives.

Handing her cup back, she stands to leave. ‘Is that us? Or can I do something else for you?’ With a smile, Jinu shakes his head. ‘Aniyo. I… thanks. Rumi mentioned how busy you are. It means a lot to me that you’re willing to put her first. Thank you.’

Something passes between them. A moment of static in the quiet room. ‘No problem. For dinner with the boys, do you still want it at the fire house? Or we could host?’ Jinu waves her off. ‘They’re huge fans, let’s warm them up first. Firehouse is fine. If you send me your schedule I’ll send you some dates that work. Hopefully we’re not interrupted, or at least not for too long, if a call comes through. Plus, I know Rumi will get a kick out of showing you the fire station.’

Mira chuckles. Already picturing Zoey swinging off an appliance while Rumi lovingly chastises her, probably still taking pictures for the ‘gram. ‘Okay. Take care, Jinu.’

She sees herself out. Feeling his eyes follow her all the way into the hall.

—-

Rumi groans as the elevator doors close behind her. Leaning on the mirror with a dogged sigh, feeling like she’s carrying about a thousand pounds on her shoulders. After Jinu had left things hadn’t gotten better. No more structure fires, but a botched CPR and two concurrent MVAs had left her frustratedly twiddling her thumbs while the old boys screwed her team around. Pointless. A waste of everyone’s fucking time.

Placing her hand on the bio-scanner, the front door to the tower unlocks with a happy chime. Crouching down to untie her boots, she catches the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. Zoey bounds towards her, arms outstretched as she approaches. ‘Rumi! Hi! Welcome home!’

There’s something contagious about Zoey’s unbridled optimism, and Rumi finds a smile gracing her face despite herself. ‘Hey.’ The idol pulls a face, grabbing Rumi’s boot to put away while she unties the other one. ‘That bad, huh? Well, the good news is we have a surprise for you! It was a team effort.’

Passing the shorter girl her other shoe, Rumi lets a sigh escape her chest. ‘Ah. Am I allowed to be too tired for a surprise? Just for tonight? Zoey shakes her head. ‘Nope! Kaja!’ Threading their fingers together with surprising tenderness, she guides Rumi down the hall. Pushing into her room, she leads Rumi into the ensuite. Where she gasps.

The room has been transformed. Tiny fairy lights covering every surface, with a stack of fluffy, white towels and some silken pajamas ready on the counter. Her mug is sitting waiting next to the basin, filled to the brim with what she can already smell is her favorite sleepy time tea. The bath has also been filled - with scalding hot water and sweet smelling bubbles; with the new Han Kang novel sat waiting on a low stool nearby.

‘Zoey? What is this?’ The younger girl steps into her space, suddenly shy. ‘I’m sorry you had a shitty day. They’re jerks, who are clearly woefully behind on how awesome you are. I, um…’ she looks away, blushing. ‘…I know I can’t help with the work stuff directly, but maybe I can do this? For at least tonight?’

Holy shit. Rumi must be exhausted, because she thinks this actually might make her cry. Stepping in to cup the younger girl’s chin, she pulls her into a deep, passionate kiss. ‘Holy fuck. I love you so much.’

(Shit.)

About fifteen different emotions cross the younger girl’s face. Both of them caught in the moment; frozen in time. Slowly, Zoey reaches up to cup Rumi’s hand in her own as she blinks up at the officer. Unsure.

‘…do you really mean that?’ So quiet it could be a whisper. As if she wouldn’t dare to believe it was true. With a delighted laugh, Rumi draws their faces closer together. Pressing her forehead into Zoey’s as she smiles into the contact. ‘Of course I do. Zoey, you’re… you’re amazing. Everything about you is my favorite thing. And this? It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I love you.’

Zoey breaks into an ear to ear grin. Pulling Rumi in for a second, hungry kiss as tears roll down her cheeks. ‘Oh my God. I love you too. Oh my God.’ Eyes wide, she giggles. ‘I have to tell Mira. Shower the day off you, I’ll come harass you in the bath.’

With a third and final kiss she pelts out the door. Rumi laughs as she hears the idol thunder down the hallway, crying out for her girlfriend at the top of her voice. ‘MIRA. MIRA! SHE LOVES ME. RUMI SAID SHE LOVES MEEEEEEEEE!’

Zoey was right about one thing, the hot water definitely helps. Rumi sighs with relief as the day is stripped from her; letting the sweet smell of strawberries cover up the memory of charred limbs and engine oil. Giving her hair a quick towel dry before wrapping it up out of harm’s way, she puts her mug nearby and sinks into the piercingly hot water. Sharp enough to take your skin off. Just the way she likes it.

The door clicks open, and Zoey drags over the wooden stool and flops down next to her. ‘Hey! Again. Did you know I love you? Because I’m kinda in love with you.’ Rumi giggles. Flicking some water at the idol as she replies. ‘Uh huh. That’s kind of crazy, did you know that I love you back?’

Zoey leans over to steal a long, drawn out kiss before flopping back into her seat with a sigh. ‘So. It’s supposed to be a secret, but I am soooo bad with secrets. Can I just tell you all our evil plans?’ Rumi snorts with laughter. Wiping a glob of bubble bath onto Zoey’s nose as the younger girl unsuccessfully tries to wiggle away. ‘Uh huh. Tell me things.’

Zoey’s eyes grow huge. ‘Okay! So! Mira’s making American style burgers in the kitchen. Cuz apparently there’s some uh… science thing about the benefits of eating with your hands. And burgers are delicious! And then we’re gonna watch some Pixar shorts while Mira uses her magic hands on you.’ This is punctuated with a wink. ‘For a massage. But if you also want a dirty massage I’m sure this can be arranged. I’ll speak with her manager.’ Zoey points at herself with a teasing grin.

Rumi shrieks with glee. Something akin to hysteria rippling out from her nervous system, a dead giveaway for how taxing she found her day. Zoey smirks. ‘Uh uh. And ice cream! My plan was to feed you ice cream while watching movies while Mira rubs you down, but Mir said that might be overstimulating so we’ll do the ice cream after. And then cuddles! And you can cry if you want. I would cry. But I’m not as tough as you are.’

Rumi furiously blinks away more tears. Maybe she’s about to get her period. At least that would provide a logical explanation for the heart currently trying to escape her chest. She reaches out for Zoeys’s hand, and giving it a squeeze, lets the tears fall. ‘Maybe being tough is overrated.’

Tears Zoey tenderly wipes away, letting the silence hold them together in the darkness. Rumi looks up. ‘Can you stay? If Mira doesn’t need you?’ Zoey nods, a small smile breaking across her face. ‘Yeah. You wanna hear how Mira dumped a pitcher of water on a host at one of my interviews?’

Carefully, gracefully, Zoey’s voice echos softly in the tiled room as she drip feeds stories from her own day. Little happenings and quirky characters who make up the patchwork of global fame - stories that transport Rumi and take her far, far away from the land of her own troubles.

The door cracks open, and Mira ducks into the dimly lit room. ‘Hey you. Dinner’s ready. But I can keep it warm if you want longer in here.’ She presses a soft kiss into Zoey’s head. ‘Good job, boss. She looks better already.’ Rumi giggles, flicking some bubbles at the taller girl. ‘Ya! Rude! And, ah, that’s okay. I can get out now.’

Mira’s eyes tenderly grace her figure as she stands, the idol passing her a thick towel with a smile and a kiss. Running her hand down Rumi’s torso to the remains of a bruise. Tracing the shape lightly, before falling away. She looks up. ‘Aish. You’re a worry, my love.’ Rumi blushes, the heat in her cheeks only increasing as Mira dips her head to take her mouth in a soft, slow kiss.

Much to Zoey’s disappointment, it’s a hard no on eating in the bed, so they pile onto the sofa to destroy some incredible looking burgers. Cheeks stuffed like a chubby little chipmunk, Zoey’s eyes mist over. With a massive swallow, she looks over at Mira with reverence. ‘Holy shit. I think I wanna marry you. This might be the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.’ Rumi and Mira share a knowing look before grinning at the younger girl, who waves her hands as she back tracks.

‘Ani! The best food thing I’ve ever put in my mouth! Food! I wasn’t… I would never…’ the older girls crack up laughing, continuing to poke fun at their maknae as she only digs herself deeper into that particular hole. All giggled out, Mira shoots the Zoey a look before turning to Rumi. ‘So. Did Zoey have anything else to tell you, earlier?’

The shorter girl blushes, fidgeting with a napkin as she looks away. ‘Ah. I might have… chickened out?’ Rumi looks up, confused. ‘Zo? What’s up?’ Taking a breath to steel herself, Zoey lets it all come tumbling out in a bashful mangle. ‘Onlyifitsnotroubledoyouthinkyoucouldaskyourfriendaboutanapprenticeshipformeplease?’

Rumi’s eyes light up. Leaning over to place a kiss on Zoey’s cheek, before she grabs her phone. ‘Zoey! Yes. Of course I can. I’ll ask her now.’ The dark haired girl flaps her hands in protest. ‘Ahh, wait! I! It’s okay. It’s not important!’ Mira pokes her in the ribs. ‘Zoey. C’mon. You’re not a bother when people do nice things for you - especially if it’s something they offered.’ Rumi’s phone goes, and she grins. ‘Mira’s right. Take a look.’

Ha-rin 🌸 08:32pm

Hey Rumi - wow! These are great! Crazy timing, I was actually thinking about advertising for my next apprentice. Send her my number, can she come in for an interview this week? Tell her to prepare a portfolio of work, and I look forward to hearing from her! Xx

Zoey stares at the screen in shock. ‘You… you kept pictures of my stuff?’ Rumi nods, softly smiling as she opens her camera roll. ‘Of course. Zoey, you’re really good. You need to have more faith in yourself. And it looks like it’s all working out - if you grab your phone I’ll bring up her QR code.’

Contact details acquired, Zoey sits back to tap intensely on her phone. Placing her plate on the table, Mira sits back, pulling Rumi into her with a kiss. ‘Thank you for that. I think this will be really good for her.’ Zoey’s head snaps up, eyes shining as she holds out her phone. ‘I’m gonna go meet her tomorrow! Oh my god. Guys, she’s so nice! And chill! Ahhhhh, Rumi you’re the best!’

Rumi laughs, pulling Zoey into her other side. ‘Don’t thank me yet - her boyfriend is the most annoying guy you’ll ever meet. You remember we made that key tag with all the abs?’ Zoey giggles delightedly. ‘O!M!G! You mean I get to meet one of the boys!? Best night everrrrr!’

With a fond sigh, Mira extracts herself. ‘Uh huh. How about best night ever to do some dishes? Zo, can you set up the projector in my room?’ Grabbing their dirty dishware, Mira and Rumi head over to the kitchen. Dumping the dishes in the sink as Mira hands Rumi a dry towel with a small smile.

‘Hey. I just… wanted to check in. Jinu said it was a pretty frustrating shift. What do you need?’ Rumi just sighs. Taking the first clean plate absently as she looks out the window. ‘I… I don’t know. It’s just…’ she looks up at Mira. ‘Do you ever feel like you’re running as hard as you can to stay in the same place?’

Laying a kiss on her cheek, Mira passes her another soapy peice of crockery. ‘Funnily enough, I know exactly how that feels. Even if being an idol is pretty different from a first responder. Anything we can do?’ Rumi shakes her head. ‘괜찮아. This is enough. Thank you, Mira.’

Cosmic timing dictates Zoey slides down the hallway in her fluffy socks and slams into the side of the island with a gasp. ‘Done! What’s taking you so long! I’ll get the ice cream!’ Which is how Rumi finds herself lying in bed, half naked, with Mira sitting across her hips and laying deep, delicious circles into her back as a comforting animated flick plays in the background. Zoey providing excited commentary between spoonfuls of ice cream - occasionally reaching up to feed Mira who’s wrist deep in vanilla-scented massage oil.

Letting her eyes fall shut, she sighs in pure bliss. Mira’s strong, skilled hands working away the tension of a long day. A long year. Feeling her love soften beneath her hands, Mira leans down to place a gentle kiss on her shoulder. ‘Good?’ Rumi moans. ‘Fuck. Great.’

Zoey and Mira share a smile. Mission accomplished. An hour later - filled with ice cream and feeling buttery soft, Rumi lets a yawn escape as Zoey giggles. ‘Uh huh. Well, lucky it’s bed time. Maestro, the lights!’ Mira rolls her eyes, but hits the switch anyway; the two women folding into their love as a peaceful hush descends on the room. Breathing slowing as she drops off to sleep, Rumi lets a soft smile fall across her face. It really is the perfect moment. The feeling that the universe is with them, and nothing could possibly go wrong.

—-

To be continued…

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Rumi’s alarm cracks through the dark room as she groans. Extracting herself from a tangle of limbs and reaching across Mira to switch it off. Mira beats her to it - blearily scooping up the device and returning the room to silence. Zoey snuffles - still deeply and blissfully lost to the land of dreams.

The taller girl catches her wrist as she makes to stand, pulling her in tight with a kiss. ‘Hey.’ Rumi giggles. A soft hush of mirth in an effort to not wake their sleeping bedmate. ‘Hey yourself. I do have to get a move on if I’m going to be on time. We kinda added an extra twenty minutes to my commute.’

Mira cups her chin. Blinking down at her slowly in the darkness. ‘What if I gave you a ride? Just this once. Yesterday was a rough one, it’s okay to take a break once in a while.’ Rumi grimaces. ‘I… I don’t know.’ Mira chuckles, ever gentle as she makes another nudge.

‘I’ll make you breakfast? And a coffee for the road?’ At the mention of caffeine Rumi’s eyes light up. ‘Sold to the lady in… she glances down at Mira wickedly, ‘…no clothes.’ With a fond smile, Mira gives her a gentle shove before rolling out of bed. ‘Even at this hour you’re a comedian. Get into the shower.’

Emerging from Zoey’s bathroom in a fresh uniform, Rumi follows her nose into the kitchen. Mira quietly plating up a bowl of rice and sides; sliding a perfect golden egg on top as she lays it out on the breakfast bar next to a steaming mug of coffee. Giving her love a meandering once-over, she winks. ‘Goddamn, babe. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you in uniform.’

Rumi laughs, delighted, slipping into the kitchen to steal a kiss before Mira gets tied up in the dishes. ‘You’re not eating?’ The idol shakes her head. ‘Nah, gotta give Zoey a ride to her interview this morning, and I’ll have time to kill, so I thought about eating out. Something different.’

The officer is immediately distracted, letting out a lewd moan as she takes her first bite. ‘Holy fuck. Mira. Did you know I love you? Because I might love you.’ Mira laughs, rolling her eyes as she continues to clean up the kitchen. ‘Uh huh. Just a maybe? I might be in trouble.’

Rumi just flips her off, picking up her bowl to shovel in her breakfast with her chopsticks at an impressive speed. Dropping the bowl back down on hard surface, she gives a happy sigh, handing the utensils across the counter with a smile. ‘Don’t be an ass. You know there’s no maybe about it.’

The idol simply hands the officer a travel mug and a metal lunchbox containing a freshly made dosirak not dissimilar to her breakfast. The officer blushing as she takes them, feeling her heart give a happy skip in her chest as she meets Mira’s dark eyes. Holy shit. This is… real. (Jinjja.)

They quietly head down to the parking garage, tumbling into Mira’s sleek, black sports car with matching shy smiles. As they cut across the pre-dawn city, the idol shoots her a mushy smile across the console. Looking back out the window, Rumi watches the world go by wearing a serene smile of her own. Feeling drunk on love.

Mira pulls up a short distance from the station. Tugging Rumi in by her lapels for a long, drawn out kiss. Grinning as they pull away. ‘I love you. Be safe. Text me if there’s anything you want for dinner.’

Rumi just smiles. ‘Uh huh. What if I wanted a night at my own house?’ They share a look, before exploding in giggles. Knowing that was almost an impossibility. ‘I love you too. Have a good day, and please, get some rest. If you don’t have a nap or something you’re going to crash.’

Blowing her a kiss, Mira pulls out into the slowly waking city with the quiet purr of a well-tuned engine. Watching Rumi in her rearview mirror before she disappears from sight. She’s right about one thing. After Zoey wraps up at the tattoo studio their schedule is nuts. But she can handle it. She always does.

—-

Zoey pads into the living room with an exaggerated yawn - dressed in a sunny yellow hood atop some bright pink, camouflage cargoes. If you look closely there aren’t any of the standard army splotches on these puppies - every change in hue is a carefully placed cherry blossom.

Mira looks up from her perch on the sofa, pushing her glasses up her nose and resting her book on her knee. ‘Hey cutie. You’re looking good. Feeling ready?’ Zoey pulls a face as she takes a seat at the breakfast bar. ‘I… ah… I feel like I’ve had a bath in double strength coffee. It’s like my spleen is vibrating.’

With a low, gentle laugh Mira stands to join her in the kitchen, pulling a stack of pancakes out of the oven and uncovering a selection of toppings she pre-prepared on the counter. ‘Uh huh. So maybe no coffee for you. But how about enough sugar to stun an elephant?’ Zoey grins. ‘Holy fuck - please. Did you know that I love you?’

Mira just grins. ‘Did you know I had an identical conversation with Rumi all of two hours ago?’ Zoey returns the smile, eagerly reaching for the plate now piled high with whip cream, ganache, flower-cut strawberries and about ten million sugar sprinkles.

‘Uh huh. I can believe that. Must have something to do with the fact we love you. Like, a lot. The most?’ The idol blushes, busying herself in clean up as Zoey makes little sounds of rhapsody while she happily taps her feet on the chair with every bite.

Piling back into the car, Mira steers them out into the city. Zoey uncharacteristically quiet, watching the world with anxious eyes as they get closer to Hongdae. The coral-haired woman shoots her a smile as they turn into a parking lot near the university. ‘Hey. You’ve got this. She isn’t expecting you to show up needle in hand ready to ink people. She just wants to get to know you. Rumi said the gig is almost guaranteed yours, so just enjoy it. Yeah?’

Zoey lets out a small huff in defeat. ‘Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I’ve got this. Kaja Kaja Kaja!’ Depositing Zoey at a door down to a basement studio a few streets away, Mira cuts across the neighbourhood into the residential zone. Knowing at least once place she can be in the world like a normal person.

Sliding the door open to Rumi’s coffee shop, Hong-seok greets her with an ear-to-ear grin. ‘Mira! You came back! Welcome! Same order, or something new?’ Mira gives him a grateful smile as she pads over to the counter. Briefly skimming a menu before making up her mind. ‘One iced matcha and the vegan panini? Chuseyo.’ He winks, delighted. ‘Coming right up! We just got in some new magazines, you should check them out. My friend’s the editor.’

What follows is forty minutes of the most relaxed Mira has been in public… maybe ever. Leisurely leafing through a magazine, sipping her drink, the few patrons who come to share the space leave her completely alone in a way she hasn’t experienced in years. She could get used to this. An alarm going off on her phone, she returns her plate to the counter with a smile. ‘감사합니다. I’ll be back.’ He grins, waving her off. ‘I’ll look forward to it!’

Zoey is fizzing. She drags Mira down into the studio - a clean, colourful space decorated with maybe a thousand plastic figurines from various anime, comic books, and TV shows. Ha-rin is a delight. Warmly welcoming Mira into the space, explaining the apprenticeship structure while Zoey bounces on the balls of her feet looking star struck. Back on the ride home Zoey babbles about her drawing homework, showing Mira her sketchbook where Ha-rin has thoughtfully made additions and critiques to her existing work with a fine, purple pencil. Mira lets her thoughts drift to Rumi. Wondering if today is any less awful for the girl she loves.

—-

The crew stare up at a narrow, six story roof in bemused frustration. A frantic ajumah is clinging to Abby as she bawls and points, the tiny children who have somehow got themselves out onto the narrow ledge waving cheerily despite their predicament.

Rumi and Jinu share a look. Pushing open a locker to grab a few harnesses and a green, bagged rescue line. Chief Paek strolls over, nodding seriously. ‘The boy and I will stay down here to manage the scene. If you put Rumi up through a skylight, or maybe a window, we won’t have to damage the building. Then haul those little rats in and we’ll grab some lunch.’

Jinu squints at the building, covering his eyes with one hand as he thinks. ‘Chief… with all due respect I don’t think we can safely get them down the way they came in. We might have to rappel down.’ Paek rolls his eyes. ‘As long as it makes me look good and keeps this old bag from going into cardiac I don’t care. Get up there.’

Heading up the emergency stairs, as Jinu suspected, the initial point of entry was a tiny bathroom window and then onto a high ledge. Sticking half a shoulder out over the drop, he’s honestly amazed that these kids committed to such a feat. You have to brace yourself against the adjoining building, with more than half your body weight hanging out over the abyss while you complete your climb.

Rumi sighs, tightening her harness before she checks her exits. ‘Yeah, I can make it. When I get out there, can you hand me the gear through the window? If I clip it to me I won’t fit.’ Jinu nods, serious. ‘You got it. Rappelling down?’ She nods. ‘Yeah. Hopefully they’ll both want to come at once, otherwise I’ll have to climb back up. Why that 개새끼 didn’t bring the appliance with the full ladder to a heights event is fucking beyond. But hey, we’re here now.’

Wiggling inelegantly out the window, she delicately leaps up onto a nearby ledge to reach for the rest of her kit. She gives Jinu a thumbs up, making sure her kit is secure before she moves out of sight. ‘Can you ask the family if you can get onto the kitchen balcony? We’ll have to communicate by radio from here, there’s no way I’m yelling back sensitive information with all those civilians around.’

He nods, and she vanishes. Clambering across a sprawl of satellite dishes, air conditioning units and cables as she threads her way over to the kids. Getting closer, she sees why they’ve become stuck. Just before their ledge is a steep decline covered in water proof matting - easy to slide down, but lethally slick to get back up. Especially at over a hundred meters in the air.

Delicately sliding down, the girl gives her a cheery wave. The boy clinging onto a nearby maintenance ring with a snotty sob. ‘Hey guys. You’re a long way from home. Waiting for your spaceship?’ Despite himself, the boy giggles as he leans his head down to wipe his nose on his sweater. ‘Ani. We’re explorers.’ The girl nods confidently, happily kicking her little feet out over the drop below. ‘Yeah! We try and find places that grownups can’t make it, because you’re so big and bad at climbing. Are you a grownup? How did you get here?’ 

Rumi has to laugh at that. ‘De, I’m all grown up. Funnily enough, it’s my job to climb really tricky things. I’m Rumi, what are your names?’ The boy offers her a tiny smile, before looking nervously looking back at the edge with a sob. The girl answers for him. ‘That’s Ji-hol, and I’m Soo-ah. I’m five and three quarters, and he’s six and one week.’

Unclipping two harnesses and her belay kit, Rumi offers her a smile. ‘Wow, so it was his birthday last week?’ Soo-ah shakes her head. ‘Ani. The week before. How old are you?’ Rumi winks at the petrified boy. ‘I’m twenty nine and eleven months.’ Their eyes grow wide with interest. She might as well be a thousand. ‘Ehhh! You don’t look that old. I thought you were twelve.’

Finally shaking out the second harness, Rumi laughs, despite herself. ‘Well, thank you. I’m flattered. Okay, before we get you down I need you to be safe. So I’m going to put you both into these nice, safe harnesses and clip you to that metal ring there. That way even if you slip you won’t fall. Okay?’

They nod, Ji-hol continuing to cry as she threads his little legs through the loops and pulls it nice and tight, before using a shortened rescue line to secure him so she can turn her attention to the girl. He looks at her, perplexed. ‘Are you a firefighter?’ She smiles back. ‘I sure am.’ He tips his head. Confused - a lot calmer now he feels less like a fall risk. ‘But… firefighters are boys. And you look like a girl?’

Yanking Soo-ah’s harness tight, she offers him an easy smile. ‘That’s because I am a girl. Girls can do anything boys can, isn’t that right Soo-ah?’ Eyes lit up, she nods eagerly in agreement. ‘Yuh huh! Like, Ji-hol’s better at art class, but I’m better at climbing, even though he’s taller.’ Fishing out her receiver, Rumi offers her a wink. ‘Exactly. Now, there are a lot of people worried about you, and I need to let them know that we’re okay. Can you let me speak to my friend for a moment?’ The kids nod, Soo-ahh reaching for Ji-hol’s hand as they watch with interest.

‘Jinu Jinu Rumi.’

‘Rumi Jinu - go ahead.’

‘Vics secure. Fall risk nil. Descent via line as discussed, permission to proceed?’

‘Permission granted. Single or double?’

Rumi looks over at the kids. ‘Hey guys. You know how we climbed up through that teeny little window?’ They nod. ‘Well, it’s not safe to go back that way, so I have a really cool toy here that’s going to fly us all the way back to the ground on a really long rope.’ Soo-ah’s eyes grow wide with excitement, just as Ji-hol’s cloud over with fear.

‘Okay. So we can either go all together, but I won’t be able to hold onto you as we go down, you’ll have to swing on a short rope so I can operate the machine. Our other option is to go one at a time so I can hang onto you, but one of you will need to stay here and be very still for me while I come back to get you. Which one is better?’

Ji-hol starts to cry. ‘Ani! I don’t want to. Umma. I want Umma.’ Shuffling over, Rumi pulls his shaking little body to her, his little nails digging into her sleeve as he cries. ‘It’s okay. It’s really scary, isn’t it?’ The boy just sobs. Soo-ah reaching over to pat him on the head, nodding her head confidently. ‘It’s okay Ji-hol. Rumi’s a real firefighter, so we’re safe now.’ She looks at Rumi thoughtfully. ‘I can stay here. I think he needs to go first.’ Rumi continues to stroke the distraught boy’s head, reaching for her radio with the other hand.

‘Jinu Jinu Rumi.’

‘Rumi Jinu - go ahead.’

‘Confirmed for double. Second vic secured via double rescue line. Name Soo-ah, age six, female. About to descend with Ji-hol, age six, male. Do you copy?’

‘Loud and clear. Good luck.’

The line cuts out, and Rumi gives the crying boy a gentle rub on his back as she leans in. ‘Hey Ji-hol, you wanna go see your Umma?’ Looking up pink and snotty, he whispers. ‘U-umma?’ She nods. ‘That’s right. I need you to be really brave for me, we’re going to fly down on my really strong rope, just like rock climbing. I’ll be holding you tight the whole time.’ Hiccuping, he looks up. ‘You promise?’ She smiles. ‘I promise. You want to know a secret?’

Rubbing his eyes on his (now extremely damp) sleeve, he nods. ‘I bet by the time you count ten elephants we’ll be all the way back on the ground. Can you do that for me?’ His lip still wobbling as he tries to be brave, the little boy gives her the world’s tiniest nod. It’s all she needs.

Quickly securing him to herself, she turns to to the girl. ‘Okay, Soo-ah. You seem really brave and smart for five and three quarters, is that true?’ She nods with a smile - watching with interest. ‘Uh huh. But you told that man I was six. Were you lying?’ Rumi has to laugh at that. ‘Ani. But our radios aren’t very good, so we have to keep things short and simple otherwise people won’t understand. Does that make sense?’ The girl nods. ‘Uh huh! Like the way my grandpa is demented, and so you have to say things reeeeeeally slowly in easy words or he won’t know what you’re saying.’

Rumi nods. ‘Just like that.’ (Not quite like that.) ‘Now, I need you to stay here and wait for me to come back. Do you promise no matter what, you won’t play with your ropes? It’s really important to me that we keep you safe for when I come back.’ The girl nods. ‘I promise. Have fun. Ji-hol! Remember, ten elephants.’

Securing her own line with the electric motor ready to go, Rumi pulls the boy in tight to her side. He clings to her, little panicked breathes starting to get louder as she shuffles over to the edge. ‘Okay my brave boy. I need you to close you eyes. What elephant is first?’ Gripping her desperately, he whispers in reply. ‘One elephant.’

She swings out over the drop, starting their descent as she holds him tight with her free hand. ‘And what elephant is next?’ ‘T-two elephants.’ They descend quickly, smoothly, her boots lightly meeting the ground as he cries into her shoulder ‘eight elephants!’ Abby surges forward to take him from her, his panicked mother and grandmother racing to snatch up their baby as he bawls.

Without bothering to check in with the boss, she hits the ascend button on her kit and lets the pulley winch her back to the girl on the roof. Thank god for technology, she’d hate to climb all the way back up the way they used to.

Soo-ah is watching over the edge with wide eyes as she arrives, deftly pulling herself over the edge and swinging around to offer the girl an easy smile. ‘Wow. You’re so cool.’ Blushing at the compliment, Rumi busies herself with the girl’s fastenings. Doubly making sure she’s secure before they head down. ‘Thank you. You know… you could do this for a job one day. If you wanted.’

The girl’s jaw drops open in wonder. As if she’d never considered the possibility. ‘Jinjja!?’ Scooping her up with one arm, Rumi shuffles over to the edge as she nods. ‘Of course. It’s hard work, but it is really fun. You get to have cool adventures almost every day.’ Soo-ah looks down at the tiny people below with excitement. ‘That would be so cool! Oh, Rumi?’ She pauses, checking over her young charge. Who simply gives her a shy smile as she reports: ‘I don’t need the elephants.’ They soar back towards the ground, Soo-ah waving and yelling happily as she spots her family - who look relieved,  but horrified. Touching the ground, Paek whisks the kid away to her parents, who collapse with pale, relieved faces as their child throws herself into a hug.

The cheif gives her a once over. Before he shrugs and makes to head over to someone from a local paper. ‘Don’t leave that behind. That’s expensive equipment, you know.’ Rumi almost retorts, but remembering herself, swallows it back. ‘De, Sajangnim.’

‘Jinu Jinu Rumi?’

‘Rumi Jinu. Go ahead.’

‘Kids safe, I’m coming back up to grab my line. Wait for me?’

‘You got it, see you soon.’

She turns to leave, the sound of pounding feet on gravel suddenly drawing her attention. Soo-ah throws herself around her legs in a tight squeeze, looking up at Rumi with awe as she smiles. ‘Thank you Rumi! I had so much fun!’ Rumi laughs, ruffling her hair as she pulls her in for an awkward, one armed hug. ‘Okay, I’m glad. But maybe stick to climbing things you don’t need to be rescued from next time, okay? My rule is if I can’t get myself down, I can’t go up. Fair?’ The girl nods eagerly. ‘Uh huh! I gotta go!’ Before she sprints off.

With a delighted chuckle, Rumi unclips her line and starts back towards the stairs. Already dreading the awkward angles of that damn window. ‘RUMI!’ So-aah skids back in. ‘Um.’ Blushing, she scuffs a toe on the ground. ‘Do you… do you think if I become a fire fighter I’ll get to see you again? Maybe?’

Grinning, Rumi crouches down to offer her a genuine smile. ‘I almost guarantee it. Never let the boys tell you what you can’t do, okay?’ The kid grins, launching herself in for a final, quick embrace before she runs off. Her radio crackles.

‘Ya, princess. Channel OPs, I’ll keep you company while you haul ass up those stairs.’

Grinning, she flicks over to channel fifteen. This being just one of many reasons she adores her best friend.

‘Ya, Babo. What’s up?’

Jinu’s voice crackles through the static. ‘Oh, nothing. I just thought it’s pretty cute how you have a little fan. That kid was all over you.’

Rumi laughs. Awash with feeling - relief, adrenaline… gratitude. ‘Aish. She was a real firecracker. I bet another ten thousand we get called back to save her ass before she’s in double digits.’

Jinu laughs. ‘Jinjja! Savage. I’m just impressed you got them down. That taller kid was a wreck. What’s the bet if it was boss man he would have just swan dived off the building?’

Looking around, Rumi laughs before she responds. ‘Ssssssi! Jinu! We’re in public! Aigo!’ The man just laughs. ‘Jinjja. What’s the bet someone got a pretty sweet photo of you playing hero? Betch’a another ten it gets you laid.’

Despite the chief’s sour mood, the three youngsters are in a jovial mood as Abby drives them back to the station. Pilling into the gear room to check lines and harnesses before their next call, ready for some down time and gossip over shitty vending machine coffees. Leaving the boys for a quick piss, Rumi diverts to her locker to check her phone.

Zoey🐢 11:46am

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Zoey🐢 11:46am

Woah, HI sexy. Did I mention how much I love you in uniform?

Zoey🐢 11:46am

Do you need help removing it later? I hear being a hero is stressful… but I could help you relax…

She grins. Something buoyant and light inside her chest to contrast the lick of heat between her legs

Rumi 🥰🥰🥰 11:52am

Uh huh. How could I say no to such a generous offer? How did the morning go?

Zoey🐢 11:52am

SO GOOD I LOVED IT I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU

Zoey🐢 11:52am

Aww hell - GTG. I love you!!! See you tonight!

Rumi 🥰🥰🥰

Love you back - see you tonight x

The combined positivity of the morning’s events buoys her through the rest of the shift - not even chief making her demonstrate a full set of stair climbs can dampen her mood. Pushing into the penthouse, she calls out for her girls. ‘Mira?’ Zoey?’

‘RUMIIIIIIIIIIIIII!’

Zoey tackles her - a gesture that has come to be as expected as Jinu’s laundry loads, or Baby’s constant barrage of snacks. Something familiar, routine, and cloaked in nothing but love. She wraps her arms around the younger woman with a smile; pulling her in for a needy kiss that makes the idol giggle and blush. Pushing away with a shy giggle as she buries her chin into the crook of Rumi’s shoulder. ‘Welcome home! I love you! I’m late for a fan stream, but Mir’s in the kitchen! I’ll see you in an hour, ‘Kay?’

With a final, hot kiss, Zoey winks before pelting back down the corridor. Gone as quickly as she came. Removing her work boots, Rumi wanders down in the direction of the kitchen. The sound and smell of something frying in hot oil lighting up her senses with anticipation.

‘Hey baby. Welcome home.’ Mira turns, shooting the officer a beatific smile as she tosses a wok on the stove. Blushing from her head to her tippy toes, Rumi’s heart does that pleased little shuffle in her chest that has become scarily normal. Because even if she finds herself constantly shooting down Zoey’s offer of storing a draw of overnight stuff in the tower, they’re right. It does feel like home.

‘Hey. How was your day?’ Padding softly around the island, she reaches up to steal a kiss on the cheek, before retreating a safe distance from the boiling, splattering oil. Mira shrugs. ‘Long. Intense. But not as exciting as yours - hero-nim. Cute kids. That little girl was looking at you like you hung the moon.’

Rumi grins. Recalling the troublesome pair from their morning escapade. ‘Yeah, they were adorable. The girl is definitely trouble, I’m sure some poor first responder will be seeing her again before we know it.’ Mira quirks a grin, transferring the contents of her wok onto some waiting plates before placing the hot pan in a sink of soapy water.

‘Uh huh. And you wouldn’t know anything about getting into trouble, would you now…?’ Rumi groans, hiding her head in her hands as Mira pulls her into a strong embrace, coaxing her out for a kiss as she blushes. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about. I walk the straight and narrow - hasn’t Jinu told you what an angel I am?’

Mira laughs at that. ‘Uh huh. I’ll believe it when I see it.’ ’ Rumi flicks her on the nose. ‘Don’t know what you’re talking about. Couldn’t be me. I’m perfect.’

Knocking her back onto the counter with a gentle hip-check, Mira drags her hands up her lover’s jaw before pulling her into a deep, thirsty kiss. Rumi moaning into the contact as Mira drives a knee between her legs, threading her hands back into her hair for a sharp tug that makes Rumi whimper. ‘Uh huh. Not you? What was it you said when we first met… oh, that’s right. Bite me. Is that an active request, or was someone getting mouthy?’

Rumi sticks out her tongue. To which Mira simply grinds into her need, laying a hot, heavy kiss on her neck as Rumi moans into the contact. Pulling away, Mira gives her a cheeky pat on the head. ‘Okay. Zoey’s going to eat later, so let me pop her food under a heat lamp, help me with some dishes and then we’ll eat?’ Rumi sighs. She’s… impossible. And sexy. And frustrating. But also hers. So she’ll take what she’s given. ‘Yeah, sounds good. And then, maybe…’ she looks up, hopeful, ‘…someone could help me shower?’

Mira only responds with a wink, handing Rumi a tea towel as she sighs and takes her place next to the sink. Over dinner, Mira breaks into a yawn. Her chopsticks clattering onto her plate as she covers her mouth. Rumi shoots her a look. ‘So. Too cool for down time?’ Mira shrugs. ‘Yeah, I know. I’m just… nervous. About tomorrow. I don’t…’ she sighs. ‘I don’t know if I can keep you safe.’

Rumi watches her. Silent. Taking another bite of stir fry as she considers. ‘What do you need to keep me safe from?’ Mira pales. Looking out the window as she pushes her food around on her plate. ‘Ah. Stuff.’ Rumi raps her knuckle lightly with a chopstick. ‘Hey. I thought we weren’t doing this anymore. I thought we were talking.’ Mira makes a face. ‘Yeah, mianhae. I… I’ll tell you when I can, okay? I just… it’s complicated.’

Rumi sighs. Sitting back with a worried look on her face. ‘Okay. I’m trusting you with this. Don’t blow it.’ Mira offers her a tiny smile. ‘Thank you. You don’t know how much that means to me.’ They continue to eat in silence. Mira running a foot up Rumi’s calf as she watches her coyly. Rumi responds with a wink. Looking down Mira’s body pointedly before flicking her gaze back up.

The firefighter tips her head. ‘You know… you haven’t strapped me in a while.’ Mira’s pupils blow out. A sly grin crossing her features as she meets Rumi’s gaze with an equal hunger. ‘Dishes tomorrow?’

Rumi drags Mira into the shower. Stripping their clothes as lips clash and they tumble down the long hallway; Mira fumbling for the hot water as she desperately takes Rumi’s mouth when they finally reach their destination. Washing quickly, Mira all but throws Rumi onto her bed as she fishes out her favourite harness from a nearby drawer. 

The door slams open. Zoey standing there with her arms folded, looking unimpressed. They freeze. ‘Ehehm. First of all would you mind keeping it down, I had to cut the stream early so the fans wouldn’t figure your shit out live on air. Secondly, where’s my invite? Sheesh. This was my idea, y’anno.’ She points at Mira. ‘I can see you’ve already helped her with the uniform.’ 

The two girls share guilty grins, before Rumi pushes up to steal a kiss from the dark haired girl. ‘Mianhae, Zo. We genuinely just got carried away. Can I…’ she tugs at her sweater, ‘…take this off?’ Zoey nods eagerly, and Rumi quickly strips her bare; tracing her body with hot, heady kisses as Mira watches wide eyed while she clips a familiar lilac appendage into place.

The two girls look up at her hungrily, Mira making her way over slowly before she pulls Zoey into a kiss. With a gasp, she turns to Rumi. Capturing her mouth as the officer moans into the soft sensation of Mira’s hot, plush lips. Zoey loops an arm around her girlfriend. ‘You know… I’d really love to watch you strap our good little girl. Maybe touch myself at the same time. If that’s… what sounds good to you?’

Mira smiles into the kiss. ‘That sounds fucking great.’ Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spreads her legs and pats her thighs. ‘Baby girl. Come sit on my lap?’

Rumi swallows. Climbing atop her beautiful, sexy lover as she lines herself up with the thick, hard toy that is simply begging to impale her. Mira strokes herself to full readiness with an ample supply of lubricant, Zoey leaning up to lay a kiss on her shoulder as a spare hand snakes down her belly towards her own heat. Mira passes back the bottle, and Zoey eagerly drenches her cunt in the slick, cold liquid.

With a sharp moan, Rumi slides onto the toy. Feeling it stretch her to delicious fullness, pressing against her most sensitive spot to send white-hot arcs of pleasure deep into her belly. Mira meets her in a kiss, hands sliding up her torso to cup her chest. ‘Ride me, baby?’

Rumi nods eagerly. Beginning to thrust onto the hard, erect member with the wet, erotic sounds of her arousal echoing in the small space. Mira grabs her ass and forces her downward into a deep, delicious thrust and she cries out; reaching to cup Mira’s cheeks and pull her in for a desperate, hot kiss as they clash. Mira moans into her mouth as Zoey reaches around to cup her chest; tweaking her nipples into hard nubs of readiness as she drives up into Rumi and the officer takes her eagerly; letting the purple toy stretch her to total fullness.

Mira leans back to meet Zoey in a kiss, the younger girl meeting her hungrily as she snakes a hand down her belly to push inside her own soaked entrance; fingers gliding slick and ready through the coating of gel that brings her every possible pleasure despite the reluctance of her body. 

Rumi cries out, feeling Mira drive deep inside her and rub harsh, gorgeous lines of pressure against her g-spot as she rides her with shaking legs. ‘Mira… fuck… I…’ teasingly, Mira drives up into the shorter girl. Rumi swearing as her legs threaten to buckle. ‘Shit… guys… wait…’ they slow. Zoey pulling back from where she was trailing a hard line of kisses along Mira’s shoulder with a wet pop, fingers slick as she extracts herself.

‘Baby? What’s up?’ Rumi looks down, thrumming with pleasure but suddenly… shy. ‘Uh. It feels great.. it’s just… it also feels like I’m about to piss myself. Take a break?’ Mira and Zoey share an excited look. The taller girl running eager hands down Rumi’s hips as she gives her a gentle, reassuring kiss.

‘Okay. So, question one - have you ever come from just penetration?’ Cheeks red, Rumi shakes her head. Zoey leans in ‘question two! Have you ever squirted?’ Rumi begins to stutter. ‘N-no!? I, ah, I thought that was just a myth?’ Zoey grins. ‘Not even a little bit! It’s all about the angles. Let me tell you, when you get Mira just right in the shower it’s so h…’ the coral-haired girl claps a hand lovingly over their maknae’s mouth as she cuts in.

‘What Zoey is trying to say… is we think you might have your first squirt coming up. If you want to keep going… we could try? And get you there? What do you think?’ Rumi considers. Weighing it up, as she watches the two eager faces tracking her every move. It’s not the voice in her head that makes the choice for her- but the heat between her legs her thighs aching with a delicious, consuming desire that’s almost animal.

‘You… you’re sure?’ Mira nods, cupping Rumi’s face with both hands as she looks up at her with a tender gaze. ‘Trust me.’

Rumi presses into to meet the idol’s mouth in a greedy kiss, resuming her thrusts as she drives the toy deep inside her entrance. Zoey kisses a trail down Mira’s shoulder as she presses into her back - smirking slightly as Rumi gets louder, and louder.

Legs shaking, Rumi’s eyes shutter with bliss. Her strong, lean body chasing that high all the way over the edge - as she presses into her lover with fast, heavy thrusts.

‘Ha… ha… ha… aah! Mira!’

Mira drives up just as Rumi drives down - her cunt exploding with arousal. She rides the orgasm like a wave - Mira bracing below as Rumi presses into her with desperate, rough thrusts. Mira is immediately soaked - Rumi’s orgasm gushing out violently as she falls.

Watching wide eyed, Zoey grins. Reaching over to place featherlight, tender kisses down the column of Mira’s neck, the taller girl watching with amazement as Rumi comes back down to earth.

Rumi glances down at her girls, her cheeks cropped with a pale pink as she returns to herself. Embarrassed, she hides in Mira’s shoulder as Zoey peppers the top of her head with tiny kisses. ‘Oh my god.’

Mira grins. ‘Fuck yeah - oh my god is exactly right. Babe. You came… everywhere.’ Rumi continues to hide - her body falling onto Mira’s appendage with exhausted abandon, as Mira pulls her in close and does her best not to rock into the woman she’s still buried deep inside of.

Zoey giggles. ‘Wow. Rums you have to let me do that sometime. Although… next time we’ll prepare better. Looks like we’re sleeping in my room tonight.’ Shy, Rumi peeks out from Mira’s shoulder. ‘Ah… yeah. Yeah, okay. You’re gonna have to give me a few days, I’m not convinced how well I can walk after that. Shit.’

Mira swipes a gentle kiss, cupping Rumi’s cheeks as she leans in. ‘Need help dismounting? You’re shaking pretty badly.’ Bright red, Rumi looks away. ‘P-please.’ With strong hands, Mira helps raise her hips up and over the dildo with a slick pop. Rumi falling to the side in tired abandon - breathing heavily as her eyes close and she collapses into the sheets.

Reaching around to cheekily stroke Mira’s toy, Zoey’s eyes blow wide with excitement. ‘Holy shit. She really soaked you. Rumi. Wow.’ Mira steals a kiss from her Maknae before she stands. Extracting herself from a slick puddle of arousal with a sticky pull, feeling droplets run down her thighs with gravity as she moves from her seated position.

Slowly unclipping herself, she looks over at the two women cuddle together in the sheets, her heart full as she observes them lying tenderly together. ‘Okay, I’m gonna shower. Rumi, are you joining me, or I’ll just pass Zoey a towel to clean you up?’

She shakes her head limply. ‘T-towel. Please.’ Zoey giggles, delighted. Happily cleaning up her lover before she stands, running two hands under her body before scooping her into a carry and heading down towards her bedroom.

Raising an impressed  eyebrow, Rumi smiles into her shoulder. ‘Zoey - Jesus. You’re strong.’ The idol chuckles, placing a kiss on Rumi’s head as she shoulders the door to her room. ‘I know. Must be the fact I dance for a living… or something.’

They blink, and Mira has joined them in bed. The two girls forcing her between them so they can sprawl on top; cloaking themselves around her in naked bliss. Before Zoey bolts upright, as her stomach growls. ‘Shit! I forgot dinner! You guys distracted me!’

Laughing, Mira runs a gentle hand down her girlfriend’s spine. ‘I left the heat lamp on in the kitchen. You want to inhale something before bed?’ With a kiss, Zoey vanishes. Humming to herself happily as she disappears down the hall.

Rumi snuggles into Mira with a happy smile. The idol threading her fingers through her braid that’s almost come undone from their activities; gently separating out strands as she snaps her elastic around her wrist.

‘Hey, Rums?’

The shorter girl hums in acknowledgement. Happily relaxed after a night of being loved on by her girls. ‘Is there anything I need to know for tomorrow? About… about Celine?’ Almost imperceptibly, Rumi stiffens. Eyes blinking open as she watches Mira carefully. She sighs.

‘Uh. I… Celine is complicated. She loves me, but our lives have always been so public that it’s hard for her to show it. There’s a certain… expectation of maintaining an image. It doesn’t detract from her love. But it makes it a little…’ she grimaces, ‘clinical? I dunno.’

Rumi rolls onto her back. Starting at the ceiling as she thinks. ‘To give you some idea… when I was five, Celine pulled me into her office. And she explained to me that because of who she was, and who I was, that we were really important people. And the world was watching us, and expected big things. And I was… allowed my feelings, but not in public.’ She shoots Mira a bitter grin.

“Your faults and fears must never be seen.”

Mira’s eyes darken. ‘Baby… that’s… awful. You were just a kid. Kids are supposed to have feelings.’ Her partner shrugs. ‘I guess… I mean… she did her best. She never means to be cruel, it’s just her own parents were fucking wicked from what I can make out. So she tries to do better.’

The idol makes an unhappy sound. ‘Trying isn’t succeeding.’ Rumi gives her a gentle, teasing nudge. ‘Uh huh. I mean, I don’t think little Mira had it any better. Your parents… abandoned you, didn’t they?’ The star tenses. Looking decidedly away as the memories sneak back into her periphery.

‘Ah… yeah. The staff raised me. And even though I knew it would hurt, I kept trying to get them to notice me. And lashing out when they didn’t. I think… maybe a similar principle applied. But for them, they just wanted me to vanish until I was eighteen - and ready to spring out into the world as a fully formed, respectable member of the family.’

She gives a bitter laugh. ‘Imagine their fucking horror when they realised they were landed with a dyke musician.’ Rumi lays a soft kiss on her cheek - pulling Mira close as the revelations sink in. ‘I’m sorry. You just wanted to be loved.’

Mira falls into the embrace. ‘Thanks. You too.’ Rumi shakes her head with a soft sigh. ‘Ani. I was loved, even if it was a little stilted. But you… you didn’t get that at all, did you?’ A tear escapes, running down Mira’s cheek as she tries to blink more away. Rumi tenderly wipes her cheek clean, nestling into her shoulder with a sigh. ‘Baby… it’s okay. We’re here now. And I’m not going anywhere.’

Mira turns to face her. Brushing their noses together as she meets her gaze. ‘I, ah… yeah. Same. I love you.’ Pressing up into a tender kiss, Rumi cups her cheek as she pulls away. ‘I love you too. And I always will, okay? No matter what.’

The door softly opens, and Zoey re-emerges briefly before ducking into the bathroom to brush her teeth. With a final, tender kiss, Rumi pulls back. ‘Hey, for what it’s worth? I would be proud to present you as my partner on the world stage. You’re amazing, and if Celine doesn’t see that there’s more wrong with her than I thought.’

Mira giggles, pressing into her lover as she lets her body soften. ‘I… thanks. I know it’s hard with the idol stuff, but I…’ she looks up ‘there’s no one I’d rather have at my side than you and Zoey. I hope you know that.’

Speak of the devil, Zoey grins as she leaps into bed - bouncing on the mattress before she hits the lights. Snuggling into Mira as Rumi reaches for her from the other side - melting into her lover with a soft, contented sigh. She yawns.

‘Oh my god. I just love you guys so much. Goodnight Rumi, Goodnight Mirbear.’ Rumi giggles, threading their fingers together in the darkness. ‘G’night Zo - love you too.’ With surprising speed, Zoey’s head lolls back and she begins to snore. Mira pressing a tender kiss onto her sleeping figure.

‘I love you. Goodnight.’

Rumi drifts off happily, lazily. Letting the soft contours and warm lines of Mira’s body lull her into a gentle, dreamless sleep. Staring at the ceiling, Mira’s brow creases. Pinned by a dead weight on either side as she lies trapped in the centre. With a fond huff, she rolls her eyes. ‘Well… shit.’

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To be continued…

Chapter Text

Mira and Rumi stare up at the intimidating, stylish security gate with trepidation. It slides open silently on well-oiled rollers, and they pass through to ascend the long, manicured driveway towards an ostentatiously large house.

Rumi squeezes Mira’s hand in reassurance. Hair tied back with an elegant, flower shaped clip, she’s made an effort in an egg-shell white silk blouse and robin’s egg slacks matched with some graceful ballet-flats. Mira has opted to compliment and contrast; a crisp, white men’s shirt rolled up to her elbows that she’s paired with a deep, burgundy pair of chinos that sit high on her waist. With her gold glasses perched elegantly on her nose to match a row of simple gold rings in her left ear, she reads refined yet defiant. A multi-million dollar queer icon ready to plant her brand new Nikes all over Celine’s polished wooden floors.

Remembering Zoey’s retelling of their chat with Jinu, Mira grips her paper carrier bag tightly in her free hand. No gifts never means no gifts for these people - they spent maybe too long picking out some hand-made cakes at an upmarket department store, and are now running decidedly late.

The door opens before they can dare to knock. A white gloved staff member bowing as he shows them in. Quickly whisking away their outdoor shoes to replace them with kitten soft house slippers. Wordlessly, he leads them down a long, stylish hallway done in old hannok style with golden-yellow native timber. Mira doesn’t dare to dream how many billions of won went into constructing this marvel of a residence. While clearly new, its owner shows a passion for history in the painstaking recreation of a traditional villa.

Along the long hall are carefully displayed pieces of artwork, interspersed with photos of Celine and Rumi. It’s clear that the only thing she was ever allowed to be was a high achiever. Uniform clad in most images, she performs flawlessly at a variety of activities deemed attractive to those vying for a place in high society. What stands out to Mira isn’t the range of accomplishments. It’s the expression mirrored in every picture. Although the girl - and then woman - looks quietly delighted to be there, her smile never reaches her eyes. Something cold locked away inside. Something afraid.

Making their way to an elaborate, hardwood doorframe, Rumi raises her hand to softly knock. ‘Enter.’ Moving in to the clasically decorated parlour, they offer twin bows to its seated inhabitant. ‘Amma. I’m home.’ Celine stands, giving a small tip of her head before she glides across the Persian-carpeted floor to embrace her charge. ‘Rumi. My dear. Let me look at you. My, you look beautiful today. Why you can’t dress this nicely all the time I’ll never understand.’

The matriarch turns, watching Mira with keen, intelligent eyes. The idol drops into a deep bow, offering Celine their gift with both hands. ‘안녕하세요. Choi Mira. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I’d like to date your daughter and continue to ensure her happiness.’ The older woman quirks a smile, dipping into a half bow as she accepts the package with both hands.

‘Well. Aren’t you delightful. I never thought I’d see the day a Choi swept so low to my floor. We shall see. Kang-ssi.’ The butler reappears; silent and ready. ‘Take these to the kitchen and have them plated up with the tea, then have them returned.’ Taking a seat, Celine gives the girls a soft, cunning smile. ‘I took the liberty of deciding on a blend for each of you today. I trust this will be acceptable.’ They bow their heads, answering in chorus. ‘Yes, Celine. Thank you, Celine.’

Although clearly the response she was expecting, Rumi’s guardian breaks into a tinkling laugh. Practiced. Lethal. A shiver runs down Mira’s spine. It being immediately made apparent why Celine Kim has the international exports sector held by the balls. She can’t imagine anyone, anywhere, going toe to toe with this dragon of a woman and coming away with a win.

The butler quickly returns - cakes set out on fine china with a matching tea set for each of them. Mira vaguely remembers someone telling her that each pattern tells a story. Picking up her green ivy-stamped cup, she wonders what Celine might be trying to say.

Kang-ssi reappears, this time with a covered dossier. Placing it on the table, he departs. Celine takes a slow, easy sip from her cup. Apparently enjoying making the girls squirm as they wait for her to begin. Placing it down on her saucer with barely a sound, she folds her hands politely across her knee. Watching. ‘Rumi.’

The officer bobs her head in acknowledgement. ‘I’m not sure where to begin, so I suppose we’ll start here. These were brought to my attention a few weeks ago. It appears your… escapades with your friend have garnered quite a bit of attention.’

Flipping the folder open, Celine lays out four photographs on the low table. One: Rumi and Mira at the competition. Barely an inch apart as Mira draws Rumi in for a particularly intimate manoeuvre. Two: the hotel. Both of them in long evening gowns, falling into a laugh as they tumble out of an expensive looking car. Three: riding an escalator down into the subway. Caught in a smile as Mira removes her mask to move in for a kiss.

Four.

Mira, Rumi and Zoey standing outside her apartment. Fingers intertwined; Zoey pulled in tight to Rumi’s shoulder as she and Mira brush their noses together. Caught in the moment before - or after - a kiss.

Rumi pales. Placing her cup down with a clatter as she meets her guardian’s shrewd gaze. ‘Now. The responsible parties have been identified and… persuaded to remove these from their online portfolios. Which means neither of you are required to harbour worries for your future. However.’ Her eyes spark. ‘I am personally quite wounded you opted to bring someone - or maybe two someones - into your life without informing me. Rumi, dearest. Don’t you want them to join the family?’

The words cut lie a knife. Razor sharp, perfectly positioned. Leaving a mark that is whisper thin yet still oozes blood and hurt onto the floor below.

Rumi bows her head. ‘Amma, mianhae. I wanted to be… sure before I presented them. I know there’s a standard we have to maintain, I apologise if my actions have had repercussions beyond my intentions.’ Mira blinks. Taking in this polite, subdued version of the girl she loves. Laying moves like chess pieces on a board. A defensive game.

Celine shakes her head with a small smile. ‘My baby. It’s okay, we all make mistakes. From what my sources tell me, word on the streets is that things are looking… serious. Choi-ssi.’ Mira meets Celine in a frosty gaze. Still polite. But only barely.

‘Tell me. What do you value about my daughter? Why are you here today, and not tucked up in bed with your… companion.’ Mira bristles. If Rumi didn’t want her here she’d dump her drink on the floor and tell this vulture exactly where to stick her values. However.

She takes a breath.

‘Kim-nim. Your daughter is one of the most special people I’ve ever met. Not because of her talents, or her beauty. But for her kind heart, her fierce intellect, her cutting humour. She brings light to my world in a way I couldn’t have fathomed possible. I wish to bring the same to hers, for as long as she will have me. I’m here today to show the seriousness of my prospect, Kim-nim.’

Celine tips her head in thought. Considering. ‘You want children?’ Mira nods her head. ‘I do.’ ‘You’ll stay in the city?’ The idol nods again. ‘That’s the plan.’ Celine’s eyes narrow. ‘When it comes to my daughter’s career ambitions… you will support her endlessly?’

A pause. A challenge has been laid. Mira considers her words, carefully. ‘Celine.’ The older woman’s eyes flash. Either offended… or deeply impressed. Mira meets her with a steady gaze.

‘Rumi’s job is her everything. I see her hard word, her tenacity, her grit. She deserves only success in every endeavour. In this she has my support. However.’ Mira feel’s Rumi’s eyes on her. Wide, hesitant. Something unsettled grasping for a salve deep within. ‘The moment I believe her to be in peril my support ends. She’s too precious to be taken from us. Maybe it’s selfish, but I refuse to trade her life for that of a stranger’s. Even several strangers.’

Celine sits back. Watching. And then she breaks out in a genuine smile. ‘Aigo. My girl, maybe you have chosen well. Maybe. It remains to be seen. But for now… we continue. Come, my study.’ Abandoning their tea (truly, it was only a pretence for an interrogation,) they move further up the hall and enter a long room guarded by two Chinese lions. Moving to the desk, there are several large, leather bound photo albums waiting. Celine offers a smile. ‘Rumi requested these to take home. And while I consent for them to leave my sight… I reserve my right as Amma to poke some fun.’

Bringing them all over to the same side of the desk, Celine flips the cover. Mira gasps. Because there, in full colour, is Rumi. Not even a year old. Chubby cheeks and a tiny curl of purple hair as she giggles in delight from a little plastic tub. Sleeping angelically in an expensive looking crib. All dressed up for Doljabi - reaching determinedly for a wrench as Celine looks on - mildly horrified. 

Rumi groans. Leaning into Mira’s shoulder as she hides her face in her hands. ‘Amma. Can’t I let her do this in the privacy of her own home? Without me.’ With a smirk, Celine flips the page. Mira gasps. In a delicate white, tulle dress, is Rumi. Long hair swept carefully over her shoulder with some matching white bows, her chubby cheeks looking up at the camera. She’s maybe two years old. And clearly having a massive tantrum, hands on her hips as she scowls with tear filled eyes and an open mouth. Mira bursts out laughing. ‘Rumi! You never told me you were such a little… brat.’

Celine flips the page, and the trend continues. Rumi wagging her finger at some poor member of staff. Dancing on a table in just her underpants. Reaching for Celine’s ice cream even though she has a perfectly acceptable one of her own in her hot little hands. The older woman’s eyes sparkle. ‘Say what you will about my girl. She knew she was destined for the high life, didn’t you… my little empress?’

Rumi flushes a hot, uncomfortable pink as the two other woman giggle, Celine flicking to a particularly adorable picture of Rumi - now five or six - running buck naked across a beach in Jeju - hotly pursued by a host of uniformed staff members. Mira shoots her a cheeky side eye. ‘Babe. Were you… naughty?’ ‘No!’ ‘Definitely yes.’ Rumi and Celine answer at the same time. One answer contradicting the other.

Rumi sighs, shooting a pleading look at her adoptive mom. ‘I knew how to behave.’ Celine laughs. Something with a little more bass; for the first time, with some feeling. ‘When you had to. You had a knack for understanding how to get away with murder. From what Jinu tells me, this hasn’t changed.’

Mira shoots Celine a look. ‘Jinu?’ The older woman nods. ‘Yes, Jinu. We have family dinners once a month. Should you accept my invitation, that door would be opened to you, as well.’ Huh. Mira shoots Rumi a searching look. Tentatively running a hand to rest on her lower back. Celine flips the books closed, and places them in a shoulder bag before handing them off to Rumi. ‘I do expect these back. You must tell me what this… Zoey… thinks of your escapades.’

Rumi rolls her eyes. ‘Amma. Fine. Thank you.’ Mira gasps. ‘Rumi! You’re not… still… talking to your mom like that, are you?’ The firefighter looks at her for a moment. Before she pouts. And whines. ‘Miraaaaa! Stop taking her side. You’re supposed to be on my side.’ Celine shoots the idol a conspiratorial wink, before they both explode into laughter. ‘Rumi! You’re still a brat! Shit, I can’t wait to tell Zoey.’ Wiping a tear of mirth from her eye, Celine guides them back to the front door. ‘Well. I shan’t keep you. Choi-nim. I require your presence without my daughter. But not today. For now, please make sure you select something… appropriate to wear for the gala in a few weeks.’

Mira freezes. Looking to Rumi with poorly disguised panic as her heart catches in her throat. ‘Ah, what?’ Celine observes her coolly. ‘The gala, dearest. Everyone who is anyone will be there, and if you wish to join this family your attendance is mandatory. We will discuss details on Friday. I’ll be sending a car.’ Cold shock hits like a truck. Mira blindly moving through the motions of a formal farewell before they head back out into the cool evening.

Rumi threads their fingers together, tipping her head gently as she observes her partner. ‘Mir? What’s wrong?’ She swallows. Feeling as though there are razor blades sticking in her throat. ‘I.. ah. I can’t go.’ Rumi stops in her tracks. ‘Mira? What do you mean. We have to.’ Closing her eyes, she shakes her head. ‘N-no. I really can’t. Not this time.’

Rumi reaches up on tiptoes to place a kiss on her cheek. ‘It’s just a dumb party. Once we’ve done a round and Celine has shown us off we can escape. This year’s venue is really fancy, so Celine has got us a stupidly big hotel room as a reward for putting up with it all.’ She winks. ‘It’ll be fun, ‘kay?’

Feeling like her stomach is filled with glass, Mira offers Rumi a small smile. ‘Yeah. It sure will be.’

Back at the tower, the younger idol is conspicuously absent. Having left a postit on Mira’s door about some kind of marathon with Jinu, the tower is all theirs. Taking Rumi’s face in both hands, Mira pulls her in for a desperate kiss. Carrying her bridal-style into the bedroom where she tears off her fancy clothes, ghosting fingers across her smooth skin like she’s trying to memorise a constellation. As Rumi shudders into the sheets beneath her, eyes closed in bliss, a single tear escapes. The idol quickly reaching up to hide it away. Rumi gasps up at her in the sheets, barely allowed to recover before Mira descends once more. Hungrily taking her, as if for the last time.

Teeth brushed and tangled together, Rumi brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. ‘Hey. What’s up?’ Mira shrugs. Dragging her in for a slow, deep kiss. Pulling back with the world’s tiniest grin. ‘I just… I just love you a lot. Never forget that, okay?’

Rumi sighs, dipping in to lay a kiss beneath Mira’s chin before she pulls back to tenderly cup her face. Quietly thoughtful. ‘Why does that sound like you’re saying goodbye?’ Mira’s eyes blow open with panic, grabbing the shorter girl and pulling her close. ‘Please don’t say that. I… I don’t know what I’d do without you. I just…’

She looks away. ‘The gala?’ The officer watches her gently. Concern radiating off her in soft waves. Mira nods. ‘I just… I really can’t go. I hope Celine understands.’ Rumi laughs - bitter. ‘She won’t. But it is just another boring party. We’ll be fine. Because we have each other.’

Mira grimaces. Memories clouding her eyes as she tenses. Watching the woman next to her with tenderness and despair in equal measure. ‘Hey, Rums?’ Sleepily, the officer looks up. ‘Mmm?’ Mira sighs. ‘Your job. Remind me how much that means to you?’ Rumi’s eye flash open. She groans, laying a kiss at the base of Mira’s neck.

‘Baby, now? It’s bed time.’ Mira watches her quietly. Serious. Rumi relents. ‘Aish. I mean… it’s just the cumulation of twelve years of work. The only thing I’ve ever really wanted. Sitting through over a decade of abuse, of lies, of hate. The unpaid overtime is enough to justified walking… but I can’t. I’ve got this far. I have to keep going. No matter what it takes.’

Mira sighs. Rumi nuzzling in close with a soft kiss. ‘I know you worry… but I’m going to be fine. I promised, remember? And with the gala…’ Something passes across Rumi’s expression. ‘I… I do have to go. As sole heir I have to do a lot of things I don’t want to. But…’ she looks up at Mira tenderly. ‘If you need me to… we can skip out. You’re more important to me, okay?’

Guilt hits Mira hard in the chest. Here’s someone willing to give her everything, not knowing that she might be taking it all and then some. That if certain things come to pass, there won’t be anything left. Shit.

Mira steals a long, slow kiss. Murmuring into Rumi’s hair as she pulls her in close in the dark. ‘I love you. More than anyone I’ve ever known.’ Satisfied, Rumi snuggles into her chest. ‘I love you too. Dork.’

—-

Mira walks up towards the big house. Hands empty, heart thundering in her chest. Dressed in a tie-less suit, she’s tried to soften herself a little. Appear approachable. Humble. Someone who maybe could garner two percent of sympathy from the head of a multi-national, billion dollar company.

The door opens. Celine waves her through, nudging a pair of house slippers her way. Mira politely declines. ‘I don’t plan to take much of your time.’ The matriarch gives her a look. ‘Fair enough.’

They settle into the leather chairs in her office, and Celine regards her with cool composure. Fine glasses pushed up her nose and giving her an air of elegance, she’s the image of someone with a plan. Wearing a simple blouse and tan slacks, she could have been a schoolteacher. Except for the look in her eyes. Something cold. Someone used to getting their own way.

‘You love her, then? My daughter?’

Mira looks up at the tall woman sitting across from her. Then, she nods. ‘Yes.’

‘Hmmm.’

Celine leans back in her chair, arms folded as she appraises the girl sitting at her table. ‘Then I don’t understand what the problem is. Enlighten me, little Choi.’

Mira tenses steeling herself before she replies. ‘Celine. Please. I love Rumi with all my heart, and I’m invested in her happiness. The gala… it’s just too public. There are certain parties who would be… extremely displeased if they were forced to recognise my proclivities. Parties who would do anything to return me to silence. I need time. If you just gave me a month…’

‘My request remains the same.’

With a click of her fingers, a hidden manservant appears with a tray, containing two clean, white envelopes. He places them on the table without a sound, and then vanishes into an adjoining room.

‘The way I see it, you have a choice. You can love my daughter out loud, or not at all.’

Celine taps one of the envelopes. ‘In here there is a ticket to the gala. Made out in your name, only.’ A long, pale finger reaches for the second envelope. This one larger, fatter, almost exploding from its contents. ‘This is your out. You take the money, you leave. I don’t particularly care what you do, but you stay out of our way and you never see her again.’

A crack in Mira’s composure. Beneath her carefully neutral expression her skin pales. Curling her hands into tight fists, she meets Celine’s steel with a plea.

‘Kim-nim… Celine. I understand. Truly I do. Rumi is special, and she deserves someone who will love her completely, without hiding. It’s just… you’ve worked with my parents. Which means… I’m sure you’ve heard the stories.’

Celine simply raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. ‘I’ve heard of your family’s little… conflict. Yes. All this means to me is their chattel has decreased substantially. Their actions do not sway my opinion on what I think of you as a person. Or as a candidate for my daughter.’

‘Right… the thing is, even though we are no longer… connected… my father has long arms. His connections are substantial. And if I was to… flaunt… my lifestyle at such a public gathering, I know he wouldn’t come for me. He’d come for Rumi. And I can’t let that happen.’

Celine laughs. There’s no warmth to it, as her eyes narrow in challenge to the young woman sat in her office.

‘Choi-nim. Don’t give me that look - I will use it, that is your name. If your father wants to pick a fight with me, then he is most welcome to try. I will always protect my daughter. Nothing will ever stand in my way. And should you join our family, it goes without saying that protection would extend to you as well. Like I said before, it’s simply… a choice.’

Mira wants to scream. Because it isn’t physical harm she’s worried about. Rumi would never be on the streets, never hungry, wanting for nothing. But it isn’t that simple. Rumi has given her whole life to the fire service. Blood, sweat, tears. Everything. It’s been hard enough being the only female crew member in the city. Rising through the ranks solely on her own merit. Because they already don’t want her. It’s a man’s world. For a petite, pretty girl to so brazenly rock the status quo… it’s not the way. Being on the truck at all is a feat. Let alone let her touching the white helmed lapel of chief. If her family get involved, Rumi’s career is over. Deader than her family of origin.

She nods, once. ‘I understand. Thank you… Celine.’ The older woman nods, once. Satisfied. ‘Good. You may take your leave. I hope to see you in a few weeks.’

The high security gate closes with a solid clang. Standing in the street for a moment, numb, Mira makes her way back to the tower.

Pushing into her room, she tears open the envelope with shaking hands. Counting the crisp new bills again, and again. There’s no mistake. Seven hundred million won in crisp, golden notes. Jesus. Not so much in the amount - Celine probably has more expensive coasters in her living room. But in what it means. In this tiny drop of power, a display of a fraction of the wealth and resources of the illustrious Kim clan. Mira sighs. And then she gets to work.

Dropping the second envelope into her trash can with a quiet thump, she gathers up the money and picks up her phone. Making her way upstairs to Bobby’s office, she hits the dial button. ‘Bobby? Yeah, I’m sorry, it is your day off. I need a favour. I’m dropping an envelope into your office. I need you to donate the full amount to the Seoul Fire Service. Anonymously. Specify it is only to go towards the purchase of a new appliance and fittings. No, not a toaster. A truck. Yes, that’s all. Thank you Bobby.’

Shutting the door with a soft click, she pulls up Kakao with shaking hands. Finding Rumi’s contact, she hits the three dots in the corner. ‘Block friend?’ Mashing the screen with her index finger, she sees the older girl’s photo vanish. ERROR: USER NOT FOUND.

——

ERROR: USER NOT FOUND. Squatting next to the rig, Rumi’s breath hitches in shock. Blinking at her screen in total disbelief. Feeling more or less like someone has ripped out her organs, and left her with nothing but an empty cavity in her chest.

Swiping open her phone app, she punches in a familiar number. Immediately met with a cold, robotic voice informing her that this number has been disconnected, user could not be found.

God. She can’t cry. Not here. Steeling herself, she releases a deep exhale, burying her phone deep in her pocket. ‘Ya, chief-ssi. Anything to report to maintenance?’

Thank god. Jinu. She’s never been so happy to see him. Turning to meet his hand in a heavy smack, pulling him in for a rough shoulder check, she pushes her clipboard into his chest with a roll of her eyes.

‘All clear. Run that to the office for me and meet me in the gym? We’re doing stair rescues. Full kit. Full weight. Ten sets.’

Eyes widening, Jinu lets loose a low whistle. ‘Jinjja. Who pissed in your rameyon? Okay. Hope you’re ready for me to kick your butt.’ 

Turning so he won’t see the expression on her face, she simply waves over her shoulder. ‘In your dreams, pretty boy. See you down there.’

Heading to her locker to gear up, she taps out a quick message to scheduling on her pager. She knows they’re short this week. And looks like her calendar just got blown wide open.

—-

To be continued…

Chapter Text

Intermission begins…

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Mira receives a single text from Jinu. ‘Don’t come back. We’re finished.’ She throws her phone at the wall. It bounces - the screen refusing to break.

—

Baby elbows his way into the gym. Quietly placing a fruit juice and homemade kimbap next to his sweaty senior, halfway through a set of maxed out deadlifts. ‘Chief? Please eat something. I know you’re fighting with your girlfriend, but we’re worried.’ Rumi grunts in reply. Only stopping to add on a set of tens to either side of the bar. Breathing hard, she ducks her head in thanks. The moment her maknae leaves, she throws the whole lot in the bin.

—

An interviewer asks how Mira’s day is. She looks into the camera and winks. ‘Never better, jagi.’ Post shoot Zoey finds her barfing her guts out in the staff toilet. Tears streaking down her face. Zoey holds her hair back as she sobs. Unable to keep anything together with the full-body horror of her self-inflicted sorrow.

—

Jinu throws a blanket over his exhausted friend. Curled up on his designer sofa like a little kid, she seems… smaller, almost. Fragile. Noting the growing circles under her eyes, Jinu makes a note to get her some sleeping pills. The gala is next week, and none of them are ready for it.

—

Zoey softly pads into the tower. Flicking on a light, she calls out into the night. ‘Mir? You there?’ The kitchen is silent. Knives hanging sharp and clean on the wall, the air only smelling slightly of antiseptic instead of something human. The way it’s been all week. Tracking down the hallway, she pushes into a darkened room. Mira is sprawled face down in the sheets, her hair fanned out in a wave of restless sorrow. Gently perching on the mattress next to her, she runs a comforting hand through the soft, pink strands. ‘Mir? Have you eaten? I was going to order Chinese…’ The girl flopped in the sheets just shakes her head. Quiet. Limp. Zoey chuckles softly, a resigned sigh escaping her lips. ‘Well, you have to eat something. I’ll order sweet and sour pork. That used to be your favourite.’

—

They’re nearly done for the night. The chief, in an unusually generous mood, shouts everyone vending machine ciders. Noting his favourite subject of torment has her back turned, her lobs a can directly at the back of her head. Rumi stands abruptly, turning to bat the can into a nearby wall. It ruptures - sweet lemon soda running down from a solid mark in the white paint. She narrows her eyes at the man in question, who watches open mouthed at her show of defiance. ‘Don’t.’ She storms off. The Saja boys standing to applaud, as Jinu watches with worried eyes.

—

Zoey stares at a wall mounted dryer. Tapping her fingers in an uneasy rhythm as she watches her socks co-mingle with her girlfriend’s. Not even the threat of Mira’s beloved chore wheel was enough to get her out of bed. Like a marionette with cut strings, she simply drags herself from public appearances to her room and back again. No will to do anything else. With a sigh, Zoey flips open her cell. Hitting dial on a number midway down her list.

—

Rumi trudges up the last flight of stairs with a huff, shouldering a bag of filthy laundry that Jinu - for some reason - staunchly refused to wash at his place. Which might have less to do with his brand new washing machine, and more to do with the Rumi-shaped indent in his couch. Reaching the fourth floor, her eyes widen in surprise. A very familiar figure is crouched outside her door, watching something intently on their phone.

Zoey stands, removing her hood and mask in one fluid motion. ‘Hey. Little bird told me I’d find you here.’ Rumi is frozen. Watching in stunned disbelief - battling the conflicting desires of wanting to fall into Zoey’s arms, but also to sprint for the hills. She licks her lips. Swallows.

Zoey pads over, slowly. As though she’s trying not to spook a particularly skittish wild animal. ‘Can I take this?’ Gently, she removes the bundle from Rumi’s shoulder. Patiently waiting as she’s let in, and they head inside. Turning on the lights, the idol heads over to the washing machine. Deftly sorting the laundry into piles while Rumi watches in stunned silence, putting on the first load before turning to the older girl to check in.

‘Jinu says you’re not eating. I ordered us something for dinner, that okay?’ Rumi shakes her head. Unable to stop the tears that come to her eyes. ‘Zoey… why? What are you…’ she gasps. ‘I don’t understand. What did I do?’ She bursts into aching, shuddering sobs, Zoey racing into her space to hold her tight as she cries hysterically. Rubbing firm circles into her back as she soaks her sweater, Zoey’s own tears dampening Rumi’s shoulder as she clutches her in the night.

‘I know. Baby I know, I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything. None of this is your fault.’ Rumi coughs. Chokes as she gasps out her next question. ‘Why did she leave. What… I… how? How could she do this? I don’t understand.’

Legs shaking, Rumi falls to the floor. Zoey slowing her descent to hold her tight; rocking her gently as they cry together. ‘I don’t know. Baby I don’t know and I’m sorry and I’ve missed you so much. I’m sorry she’s hurt you like this. It isn’t your fault.’

Rumi continues to sob. Zoey’s phone notifies of a contactless delivery. It’ll have to wait - mianhae lovely moped driver. Eventually, Rumi’s tears slow. Clutching Zoey like a lifeline, she takes a grotty snuffle before wiping her nose on her sleeve. The washing machine continues to beep at them.

Gently, Zoey extracts herself. Wrapping Rumi in a blanket before retrieving their food, plating it up and placing it on the low table near the couch. Heading for Rumi’s bedroom, she retrieves two clean, hooded sweatshirts that she pops in the dryer on low. Switching the clean for dirty loads of laundry. And heading back to scrape Rumi off the floor.

The older girl lets herself be pushed into a corner of the sofa. Allows Zoey to strip her soaked sweater and slide a warm, clean replacement over her head. It isn’t until Zoey tries to stick a loaded fork in her direction that she turns her head. Softly defiant.

‘Mianhae… I… I can’t. I want to, but it all tastes like sand. It won’t go down.’ Zoey makes a face. The conversation an eerie parallel to the one she had with Mira last night. Zoey sighs. ‘Rums, I know, but can you try? For me? Please?’ Rumi allows Zoey to feed her tiny, child sized bites of pasta. Swallowing with genuine difficulty, Zoey plying her with small touches and soft kisses until she’s made it through half a plate of food.

Like a baby, Rumi turns her head away from the next spoonful. ‘I… I think I’m genuinely done. I really don’t want to puke it all up.’ Zoey sighs. Tugging Rumi into her with a gentle, insistent pull on her shoulders. ‘Hey. I’m sorry it took me a minute. I was… kind of confused for a moment there. I didn’t realise that your contact was blocked on my end. It’s not, anymore.’

Rumi chokes out a bitter, defeated laugh. ‘Zoey. It… it doesn’t matter who did what. I can’t make you choose between us, and I can’t keep seeing you if Mira’s still in your life. I’m… sorry.’ Shoulders tensing, Zoey blinks away tears of her own. Taking a shuddering breath as she considers her reply. ‘I… I know. But I still love you, and I can’t just give up. I don’t care if you have, I won’t. Okay?’

Tears escaping to dampen her new sweater, Rumi grimaces. ‘I love you too. I just… I… it’s too much. Australia want senior qualified firefighters. Jinu said he’d come with me. The money’s better than here.’

Panic clutches at Zoey’s chest. The thought of Rumi so far away… even in an arguably safer job, does things to her insides that she deeply does not enjoy. She takes a breath. ‘Yeah. I just need you to be okay right now, we’ll work out the details later. I know Mira wants that, too.’

Rumi’s eyes flash open. Seething hurt written across her every feature. ‘She’s a liar and she can go to hell.’ Zoey flinches. ‘You… you can’t mean that.’ Rumi laughs bitterly. Eyes filled with tears. ‘No. But I wish I did.’

Zoey sighs. ‘I’m so mad at her. You would not believe the plans I had for your birthday.’ Tears continue to cascade down the firefighter’s cheeks. Bitter as they consider the happy ending that had almost come together. Zoey looks up. ‘I… I want to stay in touch. I understand, what you say about Mira. But… honestly? I can’t say for sure I’d pick her right now. If I had to. There room for one more in Australia?’

Rumi looks over at her. Something resentful sparking behind her eyes. ‘I… I guess so. At least tattooing isn’t illegal there, right?’ Zoey sighs. ‘Yeah. What a fucking mess. Are you saying here, or with Jinu, tonight?’ Rumi tenses as she considers. Her tears falling more quickly; hot and fast and burning like acid.

‘I… would you stay? If I asked you to?’ Wiping Rumi’s face with her sleeve, Zoey nods without hesitation. ‘Of course. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.’ Rumi lets Zoey drag her into the shower. Bullying her into a pile of cushions and blankets on one end of the sofa while the idol sorts her clean laundry. Gently rubbing her back as she sobs into the sink while they brush their teeth. It hurts. Having someone close who she loves so deeply, but also reminders her of her greatest pain.

Curled up in bed, Zoey pushes Rumi into her chest. Wrapping her arms tightly around her shoulders, and pressing soft kisses onto her head as they lie together. Like a prayer - or confession - Rumi whispers into the darkness. ‘I wish Mira was here.’ Tears of her own escaping to trail down her cheeks, Zoey pulls her love in tighter in the darkness. ‘I know. Me too.’

On the other side of the river, Mira curls into her pillow and bawls. A text from Zoey staring back from her read out. Followed by a barrage of messages from Bobby, all unopened. A dull cold sinks over the city. The weather an ominous reflection of the emotional state of our girls. Zoey uneasily tumbles off into some semblance of sleep. Our two lovers left wide-eyed and wakeful in the darkness. Wishing for the sweet release of sleep. Unable to capture even a brief reprieve from their pain.

—-

Intermission over…

Chapter Text

‘Ya!’ Zoey flops down onto her bed. The mattress bouncing on impact, tossing Mira from where she lies on her back, watching a live feed of the gala on her phone through clenched teeth. ‘Are you seriously going to let her go? Mira. C’mon.’

The taller girl simply gives a wan smile. ‘Zoey, I… it’s too late. I did what I had to do. And even if I wanted to take her back, if she’s sensible she’d never let me. This time tomorrow… it’ll all be over. The…’ she sighs, ‘…the way it should be.’ Zoey snorts. Batting Mira’s phone out of her hands and dragging her into a seated position. ‘Hey. That’s the dumbest fucking thing I ever heard.’

Squishing Mira’s face in her hands. Zoey sighs. Before she stares her down, eyes filled with fire. ‘Look, I fucking get it. It’s scary. Coming out this way… it’s going to hurt. But do you know what hurts more? Living a life without the woman we love. Watching her from a distance as we go about doing something we don’t even like anymore because you were too chicken shit to put love first.’ Mira’s eyes fill with tears, ‘Zoey, I…’

The younger girl flicks her in the nose. Hard. ‘Nuh uh. You’ve cried enough. And you don’t get to say sorry to me - the only thing you should be apologising to me for is going into my phone and accessing my contacts without permission. If I wanted to break things off with Rumi - which, FYI, I don’t - I’m more than capable of doing it myself. Yeah?’

Mira nods. Watching nervously. She takes a shuddering breath. ‘Ah… but… my family…’ Zoey shakes her head. Firm. ‘Dude. I get it. But you didn’t even ask Rumi what she wanted. Yeah, maybe this trolleys her career. But there’s always a way if you want something bad enough. You fucked up.’ Blinking away tears, Mira looks up at her like a kicked puppy. ‘I… but… Zoey. I ended things. What do I do now? Isn’t it too late?’

Her girlfriend sighs. Leaning in for a gentle kiss before she pushes her cheek softly to the side with the palm of her hand. ‘Babo. You go fix it. Or, at least you try. Now get up. We have a gala to get to. Shower. Now.’ 

Shaking, Mira lets Zoey push her into the bathroom to clean up. Scraping layers of sweat and grime from her battered body as she quickly cleans herself, washing and drying her hair properly as if she’s really doing this. Emerging into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, Zoey pats the chair at her vanity. ‘Okay. Makeup, jewellery, clothes. I got you a suit.’ Mira lets surprise colour her features. ‘A suit?’

Zoey rolls her eyes. ‘I mean, yeah. If you’re going to be labeled a byuntae by the rich and famous of South Korea, at least do it in style. Y’anno?’ Not gently, Zoey whips Mira into shape. Giving her a satisfied once over as they look in the mirror. Wearing a soft, charcoal coloured suit and tie, Zoey’s gone for classy yet rebellious with her choice of earrings: every hole filled with a spiked stud or hanging chain that match the simple, silver ring Mira wears on her right hand. Hair down bar her signature pigtails, she’s immediately recognisable as Mira from Huntr/x. Passing her girlfriend a pair of black and white jordans, Zoey leans up to place a kiss on her cheek. ‘Taxi’s outside. Go get her.’

Something cold lodges itself in Mira’s chest. The unmistakable taste of fear rising in the back of her throat. ‘Zoey… I… I don’t have a ticket. I threw it out, house keeping would have made sure it’s long gone by now.’ Zoey simply grabs her shoulders and steers her out the door. ‘Uh huh. Sounds like a you problem, dummy. I love you, but this is a colossal fuck up. Good luck. Text me, yeah? And tell Rumi I love her when you see her. She looks great in those videos on the live stream.’

—-

Rumi offers a polite smile to a visiting dignitary as she pretends to sip at her drink. An ambassador from… France? Germany? Celine chatters with his wife with tinkling laughter as they exchange pleasantries.

The entire attendance has been full of praise for her dress this year. Sharp eyed wives whispering as their daughters pester her for the name of her designer. Wearing an elegant, blue-silk 1920s cocktail dress - that she’s paired with a white-gold necklace and diamond earrings - she’s the picture of elegance. Her long, lilac hair held back with a diamond encrusted tiara beneath simple, stylish makeup that accentuates her natural beauty. Celine has already had to field several marriage proposals. The press out front particularly eager for a scoop on her dating prospects - being near thirty she’s considered exceptionally old to still be single in these circles.

Feeling a hand on her elbow, she lets Celine steer them across the room to the next politician who demands their presence. Rumi bowing softly with a delicate smile, his eyes lighting up as he mentions to Celine the existence of a son. Everything feels about a thousand miles away. Rumi’s heart shut up in an icebox under lock and key; blindly feigning composure while she’s falling apart on the inside.

A question. She responds with poise; only half listening to her own answer. Feeling strung out and shattered; the only thing propping her up the tiny sips of alcohol that promise to buoy her through the evening’s pleasantries. Quietly counting down the seconds until the return to her quarters. At least then, she’ll be gifted the dignity of a private space in which to fall apart.

—-

Mira taps her knee impatiently. Usually they would be only ten minutes away from the hotel at this point, but rush hour traffic has them gridlocked on a bridge that connects to the expressway with no sign of movement anytime soon. Checking the time, she sighs.

‘Ya. Ajussi. It’s not your fault, but is there any faster way? Please?’ The old timer looks back in the mirror and raises his hands in apology. ‘Aniyo, it would be faster to walk, but you’re not allowed out on this part of the bridge. If they catch you it’s an arrest and a fine.’

Time is ticking. It’s six forty five, and Mira distinctly remembers her invitation stating that the doors would be locked at seven. There’s nothing for it. Passing over her fare plus a hefty tip, she bows her head low to the seat in front. ‘Would you let me out? Please? You can say I was violent if the police give you any trouble. Mianhae.’

The door clicks open. The ajussi watching her carefully as he scoops up the pile of cash off the seat. ‘화이팅.’

She runs. Leaping over a concrete barrier in between the two directions of traffic as cars beep and drivers hurl abuse. Mira clears the railing on the bridge to slide down an emergency ladder and hit the sidewalk below with a thump. Checking her mapping, she winces. Two kilometres. She’ll be cutting it fine, but she should make it. Just barely.

Sprinting up the winding hills of Yongsan she ducks between crowds of evening drinkers and kids loitering on their way home from cram school. Boosting up a final hill and through an elegant, light filled garden she catches sight of the entrance of The Grand. Minutes to spare. Slowing to an easy stroll, wiping her brow and running a hand through her hair, she saunters onto the red carpet as excitement ripples through the attending pressers. Smiling beatifically, she brushes off requests for a sound bite, a comment, an interview, as she beelines for the security detail by the large, glass doors.

Walking towards a young security guard, she offers him a wink. ‘Mira Choi. You going to let me in, Chuseyo?’ His eyes light up with recognition. ‘M-Mira! It’s an honour! Wow! My daughter is such a big fan. Can I have your ticket please.’ Feigning an ease she doesn’t feel, she shrugs. ‘Mianhae. It must have fallen out of my pocket.’ He winces. ‘I… I’m so sorry. No ticket no entry, they’re really strict. I would let you in, but I’d lose my job.’

Noting the older couple rifling through a handbag beside her, she raises her hands. ‘Aish. It was worth a try. Do you have something you’d want me to sign for your daughter before I go?’ His eyes light up, reaching into his pocket for a wallet just as the next guard opens the door for the guests to her right.

She bolts. The guards yelling with alarm as she whips inside, sprinting towards some signs for the grand ballroom as she weaves between alarmed guests and surrounding guards join the pursuit. ‘Ya! Stop that idol!’

Bursting through some double doors she screeches to a halt. They’re on a balcony overlooking a large, sunken ballroom; guards pouring up the stairs on either side of her. Catching sight of some empty floor space after the drop, she backs up and braces for a sprint.

‘Hey! Hey, stop! Don’t!’ She moves. Racing forward to push off the balustrade and soar through the air as husbands gasp and their wives scream in fright. Extending her legs towards her chosen landing pad - she tucks her shoulder into a roll as she hits the ground; coming up tight as she gasps for air and frantically scans the room. There.

Rumi and Celine speak to a portly, foreign man in a back corner. Knowing she only has moments, she pushes through the remaining guests and clears the distance. Rumi’s mouth drops open in shock as recognition dawns. Celine turning to give her an easy, smug smile as their guest stammers and backs away. As if she expected nothing less.

Skidding to a halt, Mira drops into a bow, arms by her side as she pants. ‘Kim-nim. Rumi. I’m-I’m sorry I’m late.’ The security guards race up, roughly grabbing her arms and dragging her back. ‘Sajjangnim. We are so, so sorry for the intrusion. We assure you, it won’t happen again.’ The guards bow, Celine raising a single hand as she laughs.

‘괜찮아. You should know, Choi-nim is on the list.’ The head of security pales, wringing his hands. ‘De Sajjangnim… but you know the rules. No ticket, no entry. We’re sorry, she has to go.’ Rumi watches, quietly. Expression unreadable as she takes in the absolute scene unfolding in front of her. Every eye in the room upon them as the scandal evolves.

Reaching into her handbag, Celine lightly dips her head. ‘Ah. You have my apologies. I have her ticket here. Dearest, you should have sent for me. No need to get these delightful men all worked up for no good reason.’ Handing over a slip of fine paper, the guard scans it quickly before backing away in a deep, apologetic bow. ‘This is… this is all in order. You have my apologies. Release Choi-nim, if you please.’

Mira finds herself freed, the guards quickly patting her down to return her suit to a slightly less rumpled state. The men depart, Celine gesturing her closer with a wave of a shawl wrapped arm. ‘Baron Von Strauss, may I introduce my future daughter in law, Miss Choi. Mira, my dear, the good baron manages the majority of shares in our German export partners. You won’t find a man of finer character anywhere, we must take him out to experience some of our best Korean cuisine before he returns home.’ Mira bows, offering the man a smile in penance. ‘Sajjangnim. I apologise for the… excitement. It would have been impossible to let those men keep me from my love.’

Turning to Rumi, she takes her hand and presses her knuckles to her lips in a soft kiss. ‘Hey. Sorry I’m late.’ If Rumi is surprised she dosen’t show it. Simply smiling graciously with a soft pink dusting her cheeks, leaning in as Mira moves to stand beside her with a hand firmly placed on her lower back. Breaking into a smile, the baron laughs, before responding in perfect, accentless Korean. ‘My goodness! I am simply delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Choi. It has been far too long since I’ve witnessed a decent love story. Wouldn’t be a Metropolitan Gala without some scandal, hey?’

Promising to have her assistant call his to arrange dinner, Celine gestures for the girls to follow her into the throng. Rumi stopping to gently tug at Mira’s lapel and run a hand through her hair. She giggles as she looks up at the idol. ‘You’re a mess. Don’t tell me you ran here from the tower.’ Mira’s eyes sparkle. ‘Only part way.’

Celine guides them through the room for the remainder of cocktail hour. Introducing them as a pair to an endless stream of politicians, businessmen, and foreign dignitaries. Marriage proposals finally laid to rest as eyes widen in recognition, in shock, in amusement. Mira bowing her head as they greet each new face. Her hand never leaving her love, as if she’ll drift away and be lost should they disconnect. Looking up from their small talk with the mayor, she freezes.

Near the back wall, a tall, thin couple watches her intently with open hostility stamped across their faces. The man in a dark suit that is almost too polished, too clean; making him look for all the world like a cartoon villain. His wife in an emerald dress with stupidly large diamond earrings standing by his side with a scowl marring her otherwise beautiful features. Her brother nowhere to be seen, Mira swallows uneasily. Following her gaze, Celine offers her a sly look. ‘Ah. The Chois. You must excuse us, we simply must greet the family. You know how it is with the in-laws. Girls, come.’

Celine sweeps them across the room. A force unto herself; dragging them out to sea like a particularly violent rip tide.  Mira’s father wears his disgust openly as they approach. ‘Kim-nim.’ She offer a tip of her head. ‘Choi-nim. I understand this is your daughter.’

A faint purple spreading across his cheeks, he almost spits with contempt as he replies. ‘No seed of mine would dare take up with a dirty, slutty Byuntae. Particularly one as unusual as that… thing you call a daughter.’

Celine’s eyes narrow. War has been declared. She laughs. ‘Aigo. And I was just going to say what a delightful child you have… Gyu-min. More than just a pretty face. Not like that… social butterfly you call a son. Tell me, where is he this time? Out back with the bus boys indulging in some of the finer things our kitchen has to offer? Or up in a room with another one of his… acquaintances. He’s such a good host to the… less fortunate woman of our city.’

A vein pulses in his forehead. Mira knows this expression well. When she was small she used to play a game with herself to see if she could make him angry enough that it would explode. Sadly, it never did.

With a tight smile, he offers a low snarl. ‘Celine. Leave my son out of this if you know what’s good for you.’ She tips her head. ‘Oh, really? I think your own exploits are far more… succulent than that of a single rogue offspring. Particularly since a little bird has informed me you had been planning a dinner with our good mayor this week. Such charitable work to invite along some of our… public servants to your table. I’m sure you only want the best for our renowned first responders. Isn’t that right, Choi-ssi.’

He smirks. Cold, arrogant. Flexing his hand as he replies in a laugh. ‘Aigo. You really do have ears everywhere, don’t you. Maybe you’ve come all this way to thank me. A sole heir should be at her mother’s side, after all. Not… galavanting around with the poors.’

Something snaps. Ducking her head, Celine steps into his space. Pretending to straighten his tie as she mutters something rapidly into his ear. As quickly as it had arrived, the colour drains from Gyu-min’s face. Eyes widening as Celine continues to whisper in his ear before she steps back with a final, sharp yank at his tie. ‘Aish. My good boy. Do we have an understanding? Or must I make myself more clear?’

He drops into a low bow. Drawing interested stares from their surrounding guests. ‘Aniyo. Kim-nim. It would be… an honour to do business with you. I thank you for so thoughtfully clearing time in my busy schedule.’ Mira and Rumi share a look. Confused. Relieved. Curious. What in the world had just happened?

Turning to give his wife a sharp nudge, they both drop into deep bows directed at Rumi. ‘Kim-nim. We wish you all of the success and happiness with our… daughter.’ Standing, Mira’s mother’s eyes flash as she takes her husband by the elbow, quickly leading him away. Mira shoots Celine a look.

The matriarch simply laughs. ‘Aigo. Maybe I enjoyed that a tiny bit too much. Little Choi? You remember when I said your fears were unsubstantiated?’ Mira nods. Silent. ‘I always keep my word. All I expect is that you devote yourself to your wifely duties. Starting, with dinner.’ A bell rings. The guests slowly moving to the dining hall, taking their assigned seats at large, round tables as they await a flurry of delicacies to descend upon the crowded hall.

Mira turns the charm up to eleven, graciously entertaining the guests on either side of their trio as Rumi quietly watches. Occasionally chiming in, but appearing largely content to allow her beau to do the talking. After a series of long, boring speeches, Celine tips her head to the pair. ‘The press have requested we return out of doors for some family photos… then you may retire. You must be tired. Rumi, you remembered the card to your room? Very good.’

Ducking back into the cool, night air, they’re mobbed with flashing cameras. Mira offering her thousand watt smile as she pulls Rumi in close, a hand on her hip as journalists vie for their attention with waving hands and illuminated microphones. Celine takes control. Offering a single statement to the hungry piranha eagerly nipping at their toes.

‘It is my sincere delight to introduce you to my future daughter in law, Mira Choi. Accomplished in her own right, I am confident she will bring nothing but acclaim and honour to our family. She and my daughter are very happy. That is all.’

Mira can almost hear Bobby sob as she takes it in. Welp, there goes her contract. But that’s a problem for the morning. Returning indoors, for the first time she senses something cold emanating from the woman in her arms. Not hostile exactly… but tense. Reluctant.

Placing a gentle kiss on her mother’s cheek, Rumi offers a soft bow as she steps away. ‘Amma. 감사합니다. Enjoy your evening.’ Celine ducks her head in response. ‘And enjoy yours. I look forward to breakfast, my sunlight.’

Tipping her head lightly towards the taller girl, Celine takes her leave. Rumi takes Mira’s hand and gently guides her into an elevator. Leaning into her as the doors close, hungry eyes watching their every move. The moment they shut, she springs away. Pushing herself into the ornate, mirrored wall of the carriage as they begin their ascent. Eyes wide, Mira tries to speak. Rumi waving it off with a single hand. ‘Wait. Please. People are watching.’

Feeling dread soak into her veins like a paralytic drug, Mira swallows. Something akin to despair washing over Rumi’s features as she pointedly looks away. The doors open, and it’s gone. Stepping back into Mira’s space, she offers her a sappy smile as she drags her down the long, elegant hallway. Guests bobbing their heads in recognition as they catch sight of the now famous couple.

Rumi keys them into a large door at the end of the hall, gesturing for Mira to enter. The lock clicks shut, and she turns. For the first time, shock and pain rippling across her fine features. ‘Mira. What are you doing here?’

The idol swallows. Heart thundering in her chest as Rumi stares her down. The worst part isn’t even the anger. That, she can freely admit she deserves. It’s the deep-set pain that lingers deep in her lover’s eyes. Watching her with fragile, uneasy trepidation. As if she fully believes Mira is just here to hurt her again.

‘I… I’m sorry.’ Rumi simply watches her. Waiting. ‘I… I did the worst thing possible. I hurt you. And it was the stupidest, most thoughtless thing I could have dreamed to do.’ She swallows. Rumi still silent, frozen by the door. ‘I… I don’t deserve it, but I… I want to take it back. Please. If you’ll let me.’

With a sigh, Rumi gestures for her to follow her further into the room. Unclipping her tiara and kicking off her heels as she moves to stand in front of a large, oranate vanity. Watching Mira in the reflection as she carefully removes hundreds of thousands of won worth of diamonds and gold. ‘I just… why? You vanished. Didn’t even have the decency to dump me to my face. Mira. What. The. Fuck.’

She swallows. Hands shoved deep in her pockets as she does her best to meet Rumi’s gaze. ‘I… you remember the …conversation… Celine just had with my father?’ Rumi nods. Impassive. Mira sighs. ‘I… Celine gave me a choice. To come out, or to leave. And I…’ Rumi turns to face her. Blinking away tears as she watches in horror.

‘You… you picked… running away… over us? You picked…’ she laughs, hurt, ‘…you picked a lifetime of hiding, bitter and alone, rather than facing it together with our love? Mira.’

She shakes her head, frantic. ‘No, Rumi, god, no. Please. I wouldn’t be here now if that was the case.’ She tries to step closer, but Rumi simply holds out a hand. Clinging to their distance like a shield. ‘Then what? What could possibly be more important than this?’

‘You.’

Rumi stops. Stares - disbelief written across her face as she takes it in.

‘I… I knew my family would try and get to me through you if I came out. Especially if I came out here, now, like this. Their reputation is forever ruined. Forget my fuckup older brother,’ she laughs, ‘as far as my parents are concerned there’s nothing more shameful than having a queer in your family. They’d sooner I was dead than bringing them what they consider this magnitude of shame.’

Rumi blinks. Fists clenched as she wraps her arms around her waist. ‘Keep talking.’

And so she does. ‘I… they need to make it worth it. If I hurt them like that. An eye for an eye. And the easiest way to hurt me is to get to you. I knew my father would come for your job. If Celine hadn’t intervened tonight…’ she makes a face ‘it sounds like that’s exactly what was about to happen. Might still happen.’

‘Rumi… from the moment I met you the service has been your whole life. I… I didn’t think you could forgive me if I just threw that away. And I didn’t have the courage to tell you I was leaving. And I…’ she closes her eyes. Hands balled into tight fists at her side. ‘I might have ruined this as a result of my own stupid, idiotic cowardice. Rumi I… I’m so sorry. I don’t think a lifetime is enough to show you how sorry I am.’

She looks up. Rumi is watching her, horrified. Pain etched across her fine features as though it was carved with a knife.

‘Mira… I get it. Really I do. But… it’s just a job.’

(What.)

‘Sure, I’ve worked hard, and yeah, it means a lot to me. But what happens if I break my back? Or if I work this hard for another ten years and never get promoted? Work is important, but it’s not everything. It can’t be.’

As she listens, the words sink into the idol’s gut like a stone. ‘Rumi… I…’ The officer raises a hand, shaking her head. ‘Please don’t say you’re sorry. Not for this. Especially now.’ Her eyes filling with tears, she gives a bitter laugh.

‘Do you even know what you’ve done?’

Ice floods Mira’s veins. This isn’t how she imagined this would go, at all. Quiet, she shakes her head. Rumi meets her with a gaze filled with pity. ‘By showing up here, and publicly declaring your affections to me? You’ve doomed both of us. I’m now duty bound to make this work - you essentially declared intent to marry in front of the entire Seoul elite.’

The idol pales. Oh. She definitely fucked it up. Rumi smirks. There’s nothing behind it - just the sick relief that comes in your cell mate recognising for the first time that they’ve joined you on the gallows. Shibal.

‘Should… should I go?’ Rumi places her hands on her head, barking out a cruel, tired laugh. ‘Mira. Babe. You can’t go. Every eye is on us. We essentially can’t leave this room until tomorrow. And we can’t leave the building until we join Celine for a very public breakfast at the restaurant. Every wealthy ajumah with an axe to grind is going to be there watching over her morning tea. Not to mention the press.’

She winks. ‘You’re trapped, baby.’ Mira winces. Sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. She lets the tears come. Rumi just watches. Her features flickering with discomfort as she holds herself back. Unwilling to cross that line. Not again.

‘Rumi.’ With a sigh, the purple haired girl looks up. ‘What happens to there being nothing we couldn’t fix?’ A stab of pain flashes across the officer’s face. And then it’s gone.

‘Mira.’

They watch each other. Silent agony held still and deadly in the air between them. ‘That was before you lead me to believe we were about to enter a long term, serious relationship. Before you promised time and time again that you’d never leave me… and then ghosted me. I…’ she laughs. ‘I can’t believe you fucking ghosted me.’

Rumi wraps her arms around herself. For the first time, unable to hold back her tears. Escaping from closed lids to run down her face and drip off her chin. What Mira wouldn’t give to wipe them away. ‘You know the worst part?’

She meets Mira’s gaze. ‘The worst part is if you’d just talked to me, we could have worked this out. Instead you made a decision that deeply affected both of us, without me. And now we’re backed into a corner with no way out.’ She scrubs at her face with the back of her hand. ‘I’m going to shower.’

The bathroom door closes with a soft click. The water starts to run, not loud enough to mask the sound of Rumi’s sobs echoing in the tiled room.

Mirbear🐻08:27pm

Zo…?

Zoey🐢08:27pm

Hi! You’re alive! How’s Rumi?

Mirbear🐻08:27pm

…mad. I don’t know if I can fix this.

Zoey🐢08:27pm

I mean… duh. You kind of ruined the perfect thing.

Zoey🐢08:28pm

It’s not supposed to be easy

Zoey🐢08:28pm

You really hurt her

Zoey🐢08:28pm

It’s supposed to be hard - that’s the price.

Zoey🐢08:28pm

For what it’s worth? She still loves you.

Zoey🐢08:29pm

That’s your only hope in this

Zoey🐢08:29pm

No matter what her logical thoughts say, she still wants you

Zoey🐢08:29pm

So buck up and go get our girl

Zoey🐢08:30pm

*consensually! PLZ!

Zoey🐢08:30pm

서저 ❤️

Mira sighs. Opening a closet, she finds two pairs of matching silk pajamas. Placing her own pair on the bed, she pads over to the bathroom and knocks. ‘Rumi? I found some sleepwear, I’m leaving yours outside.’

With nothing else to do, she strips and changes. Her suit falling into a dark pool on the floor - a shadowy reminder of what she’s done. Someone knocks at the door. She tentatively pads over, opening it for their visitor. A suited staff member has several boxes from a high end department store and a host of shopping bags. ‘Errand for a Choi-nim and Kim-nim. Sign here, please.’ She signs, transferring the packages to a lounge suite by the window.

A door opens. Rumi pads out, looking tired. Carrying Mira’s dress delicately in her arms. Sighting the boxes, she nods in relief. ‘Good, they arrived. I picked out some things for us to wear for breakfast. I, uh, hope you don’t mind. If we box up your suit and leave it in the hall they’ll send it back to the tower for you.’ Mira shakes her head. Lost to the ocean of uncertainty between them.

Rumi cracks open a mini fridge, retrieving two bottles of water. She throws one to Mira, who catches it easily with one hand. ‘You should shower. It looked like you ran a fair distance to get here, you’re probably still pretty sweaty.’ Mira can’t help it, she laughs. The words sounding so normal in this deeply weird situation. Rumi sighs. Looking over with quiet despair. ‘It’s so hard to be mad at you right now. Even though you deserve it.’

A kernel of hope sparks in her chest. She meets Rumi’s gaze. ‘I do. But I’m not going anywhere. I mean that this time. It’s impossible to give up on you.’ Rumi just shrugs, so she makes her way into the bathroom and strips out of the hotel’s silken nightwear and turns on the shower. Letting the hot water bear down on her; as she scrubs away layers of sweat and the cloying remains of Zoey’s perfume.

The door opens, and someone shoves her bodily into a wall. Rumi joins her under the hot, acid spray of water and forces her into an open mouthed, desperate kiss. Mira pulls back with a gasp. ‘R-Rumi? What?’

The shorter girl blinks up at her wetly. ‘I don’t know if I can forgive you. But it doesn’t change the fact that I miss you.’ Mira tenderly cups her face. Leaning in until their lips are a whisper away. ‘It’s okay. You don’t have to forgive me. But I missed you too.’

They reach for each other. The softest brush of lips growing into something more; fingers hungrily sliding against slick skin as they clash in the hot, wet room. Mira tastes salt. Huh. She must be crying. But so is Rumi, so they fall into a damp, desperate embrace as she begins to sob and Rumi holds her tight. Eventually, the tears slow. Eyes red-rimmed, someone gets the water. Rumi looks up with a shuddering sigh. ‘I hate this.’ She brushes a stray strand of hair behind the shorter girl’s ear, offering a tiny smile. ‘Yeah. I hate this too. But I still love you.’

Tears still streaking down her face, Rumi threads their fingers together. ‘Maybe… bed? Sleep might make this one percent less fucking awful.’ Mira flicks her on the shoulder. ‘Woah there tiger. Filthy mouth you’ve got there.’ Rumi just rolls her eyes. ‘Hey now. I’m the firefighter, you’re the heiress.’

They tumble into the sheets. Rumi curling into Mira’s shoulder, the idol pulling her close and hitting the lights. For a while, neither of them speak. Letting the wave of emotions pull them under; trapped in a miasma of undoing that neither of them are likely to escape. Mira running gentle, trailing hands down Rumi’s side. Rumi clutching at Mira’s hip in the dark like a lifeline; the familiar skin-to-skin contact a tiny balm in the storm of pain they must endure.

‘Mir?’ She looks down at the girl in her arms. She looks tired. Fragile. ‘I know we’ve fallen into the trap of expectation. But I have to know. If I asked you to leave, if I meant it… would you listen?’

(God no.) Mira’s heart clutches in her chest. She grits her teeth. Meeting Rumi’s gaze as openly as she can in the dim room. ‘I… yeah. I would. I can’t cross your boundaries any more than I already have. Know it would kill me, and I’d spend the rest of my life thinking of you. But if that’s what you need… of course.’ Rumi blinks up at her. Unreadable.

‘Do you? Want me to go?’ She looks away. Afraid she won’t be able to handle the answer. Rumi presses up into her jaw, laying only the softest of kisses under her chin. ‘Stay. Please. I just… I had to check. I know it’s tempting to put feelings first… but I need to know you’ll start listening to me. Talking to me.’

The ember in her chest sparks. Growing just a tiny bit; not enough to be safe from the storm, but enough to think about rooting against the world. Enough to be able to grow. ‘Oh thank god.’ She laughs, choking, desperate. ‘You scared the shit out of me.’

Rumi shrugs. Burrowing down deeper into her chest. ‘I’m not gonna say you deserved it… but I can’t say you didn’t deserve it, either.’ Mira pulls her close. Laying a kiss on her head as sleep begins to pull them under. ‘You don’t have to say it back… but I love you, okay? Wake me if you need anything.’

Rumi jabs her with an elbow. ‘You’re so dense. Of course I love you. Jerk. I love you and I’m mad at you, okay?’ Mira just kisses her again. ‘That’s fine. As long as you know.’ Against all odds, she begins to relax. Letting the weight of her lover pull her down; lulling her into a deep, exhausted sleep.

—-

To be continued…

Chapter Text

Mira blinks into wakefulness in an unfamiliar room. Reaching into the space beside her on the bed, she comes up empty. Jackknifing upright, she frantically scans her surroundings. Rumi tips her head in a question from her perch on the chaise next to a large, floor-to ceiling window. Phone in hand as she leans back in an almost relaxed recline - an imagine broken by the fact her free hand has pulled her knees all the way into her chest. Sitting in a tight, fearful ball as she meets Mira’s gaze with hesitation.

She offers a tiny smile. ‘Hey. I was about to wake you. Celine has asked us to be downstairs in thirty minutes.’ Groggily, Mira takes it in. ‘I… uh… I guess I’ll shower. You said there were clothes?’ The words feel like ash in her mouth. Rumi just nods. ‘Yeah, I laid them out on the dresser for you. There’s makeup in the bathroom, I think I got your pallet right, but let me know if it isn’t a match.

With a gentle stretch, Mira pads into the bathroom. Picking up a hotel toothbrush, she glances over to the side and the air leaves her chest. Rumi hasn’t just got her makeup down to the colour and complexion of her skin - the selection laid out is an exact match to her one at home down to the brand. If that kind of knowing isn’t like a knife in her gut, she doesn’t know what is.

Washing quickly, she ducks into the bedroom to rifle through the dresser. The purple haired girl doesn’t so much as glimpse in her direction, tapping out something rapidly on her phone. The clothing selection she’s provided for Mira is another aching cut of intimacy. Several choices of a slim-fit chino alongside an option of a dark-coloured button up or a stylish mock-tartan sweater she could pair with a white schoolboy shirt. There’s jewellery, too - the choice split between punk rock or simple elegance.

Glancing over at the woman across the room, she selects a dark button up with some ash-grey chinos and a selection of muted silver studs. A simple silver chain completes the look - stylish, yet respectful enough to grace the floors of what no doubt is a five star establishment. Rumi herself is looking demure in a pale blue sweater and some light grey jeans - long hair falling elegantly to frame her face with light, natural looking makeup. A simple gold-diamond necklace completes the look; the very image of heir to one of the most successful companies in Korea.

Emerging from the bathroom after applying her makeup, Rumi finally looks up. Scanning the idol briefly, before giving her a quick nod of approval. Mira swallows. ‘Hey. Uh. Happy Birthday. How does it feel to be thirty?’

Rumi laughs. Tired. ‘Not like I thought it would.’ Padding over to the desk, she retrieves a small bag, handing it over with both hands. ‘Celine said you probably didn’t bring a present in your pocket, so she sent this ahead. I’ll pretend to be surprised, so it’s okay.’ Taking Mira’s hand, she leads her to the door. ‘You look good, by the way. Ready to face the music?’

Mind flicking back to the dozens of missed called from her manager, Mira nods. Squeezing Rumi’s hand to reassure them both. ‘Yeah. I promise I won’t let you down.’ Moving into the hall, Rumi leads her down softly, murmuring in unobtrusive small-talk that draw a soft chuckle from the idol; her love smiling up at her in a semblance of normalcy as they wait for the elevator. The doors open and the number of people expectantly looking back remind her of why they’re here. Why Rumi deigns to speak to her at all, given the circumstances.

Bowing their heads, they join the crowd headed down to the restaurant, hushed whispers nipping at their heels as they descend. The doors open, and there’s a pregnant pause. The B-listers who have timed their morning meal to witness a pocket of social history gesturing for them to go first.

Placing a firm hand on Rumi’s lower back, with a confidence she doesn’t feel Mira guides her love over to the Maître’d. With an expectant bow, he dips his head in acknowledgment. ‘Kim-nim, Choi-nim. Please, your table.’ Much to Mira’s horror, he leads them over to an elegantly set table right in the centre of the room - Celine smiling graciously as she sips her coffee in a chair next to the window.

‘Girls. It’s so good to see you both.’ Standing, she embraces her daughter with warm, gentle arms. Before she turns to Mira to do the same. Gesturing at the table, she sweeps her arms wide in welcome. ‘Happy Birthday my sunlight. Please, order whatever you want. It’s your day, my love.’ Rumi reaches for Mira’s hand across the table with a warm smile that makes her heart ache. Somewhere in the distance, she’s vaguely aware of the sound of a camera snapping against the soundscape of the crowded room.

Scanning the menu, Rumi blinks up at her with a cheeky smile. ‘I can’t decide between the French toast or pancakes… share with me?’ It takes Mira a moment. Knowing full well that Rumi doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth at the best of times. Before she catches on, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her cheek. ‘Of course. Anything for the birthday girl, my love.’ Rumi grins delightedly, Mira looking across the table to Celine for guidance.

‘I think we’re ready, would you like me to flag down a waiter?’ Rumi’s mother nods graciously in a smile. ‘If you would be so kind, my dear.’ Catching a young waiter’s attention, Mira waves him over to their table.

‘Hi, good morning. We’re ready to order, please.’ He bows low, eyes skating across their entwined hands with interest. ‘Of course, Sajjangnim. What can I get you?’ Mira tips her head for Celine to begin. ‘Young man, I would be thrilled for another coffee and your fresh fruit breakfast bowl, 주세요.’ Bobbing his head, he looks to Mira for the next.

‘For my love, an iced americano. I’ll have a green tea, hot, and then if you please the pancakes and the French toast with two share plates.감사합니다.’ Repeating their order back one time, he vanishes, returning momentarily with their drinks and a paper bag he hands to Celine. Sliding it across the table, she looks up at her charge with sheer adoration plastered across her face. ‘Happy Birthday to you, my precious daughter. May there be many more to come.’

Smiling, Rumi politely takes the offered bag. ‘Amma. You didn’t have to. Thank you. The greatest gift you can give to me is your love.’ Mira becomes aware of some distant chatter from the surrounding tables. A host of wealthy looking women peeking over the tops of their menus as they whisper to each other in hushed voices.

‘Aigo! What a devoted daughter. If only my son was so modest.’

‘Did you see those girls holding hands? Jinjja! It must be true. That Kim-nim would be so… bold with her heir’s choices.’

‘Aish… so maybe they will marry. But what for heirs? We all know you can’t make a cake with only flour.’

Ears flushing pink, Mira tries to key back into the conversation happening in front of her. A prickle of anxiety starting to trace its way up her spine. Rumi gives a soft gasp of delight, holding up an elegant pair of diamond earrings that look like a soft sheet of rain. Tiny stones hooked together with the finest whips of silver, cascading down like water in her hands. ‘Amma! They’re exquisite. Where on earth did you find something like this?’

Celine simply winks. ‘A true lady never reveals her secrets. However, I will say that my silversmith friends on Jeju know some fine artists across the water. True craftsmen who were only too pleased to honour my request for something special for my only child’s thirtieth birthday.’

Looking at Mira with a devious smile, Celine winks. ‘My own coming of age is next summer. I would be simply delighted if someone announced the arrival of little feet on my hardwood floors. Don’t you think, Mira, dear?’ Mira swallows. Holy fuck. She really is in the lion’s den. Rumi laughs, swatting Celine’s hand away. ‘Amma! There’s a proper order to these things, you know. Surely you don’t want to miss the wedding.’

Doing her best to contain the horror that seeps under her skin, Mira offers an amused smile as she runs a gentle hand across Celine’s impressive gift. ‘We’ll see what we can do. Rumi is right about the wedding. These are divine, maybe she can wear them for the ceremony.’ Turning to Rumi, she runs a fond thumb across her knuckles. ‘They’re beautiful, just like you.’ The firefighter offers her a clear, bashful smile that makes her heart skip a beat in her chest. It would be so easy to pretend this was all real. Maybe if she pretends it will stop hurting so much.

Knowing what sits in the bottom of her own paper gift bag, her heart suddenly plummets through the floor. Silently cursing Celine’s name, she places the bag gently on the table as she takes Rumi’s hand. ‘My love.’ Cheeks pink, eyes sparking with anticipation, Rumi nods for her to continue. 

‘I… ah… I’m not good with words. You are my sun, moon, and stars, and I thought long and hard about how to appropriately show my devotion on this most special of days.’ Taking a small, velvet box in shaking hands, she pushes her chair away and drops to the ground on one knee. Rumi bringing her hands up to cup her face - the picture of surprise.

‘All I can offer is myself. All of me, for now and forever. My love, my cherry blossom, my snow sapling and my endless summer: would you do me the honour of being my wife? That I could give you everything always, to protect and worship you in this life and the next.’

Standing, Rumi nods tearfully as a cacophony of camera shutters break through the silence. Celine looking wickedly pleased as she sits back in her chair with a satisfied smile. To raucous applause, Mira slides a ring onto Rumi’s finger that definitely costs more than her lifetime salary as the top performing idol in Korea.

Standing, she pulls her love into an embrace, Rumi falling into her shoulder with what appears to be a happy shudder. Both women doing an admirable job of covering up their breaking hearts as the crowd cheers and clamours for a kiss.

Celine waves her hands expectantly, so Mira ducks her head for a brief, chaste kiss that makes the ajumah two tables over gasp before they converge to cluck in a huddle like so many broody hens. Celine shoots the handful of reporters who linger at the buffet a stony, warning glare, and with a few final clicks of their cameras they depart.

Mira takes her seat, offering Rumi a dopey grin that feels painted on. Whispering deep-seated apologies to Zoey wherever she is in all of this fucking mess. Thankfully, their food arrives, and Mira is relieved from the emerging wedding conversation by her duty to gently load Rumi’s plate with all of the best parts of their breakfast; before she slides some strawberry topped toast onto a fork and devotedly offers it to her love.

Rumi takes it with a smile, not even a hint of hesitation buried in her dark, brown eyes. The rest of the meal is blessedly uneventful. The wedding conversation remaining nebulous and inconsistent - the discussion largely revolving around location more than any planning specifics, thank god. Pushing away her plate, Celine stands with a graceful dip of her head. ‘Aigo. My girls. I’m sure you have plans for the day, I won’t keep you. Thank you for indulging this old woman with the pleasure of your company.’

Rumi giggles, stepping around the table to meet Celine in an embrace. ‘Amma! You’re still young, and of course I wanted to begin my birthday with the woman who raised me. Thank you for the present. They’re perfect.’ Celine looks over coyly at Mira. ‘Yes. I think I did very well this year.’

With the whispers following them like an ocean tide, they escape back to the elevator and then their room. Both girls breaking apart limp and worn thin, Mira collapsing into a crouch on the ground while Rumi drops onto the bed like a lead weight. 

With a laugh, Mira looks up. ‘What now?’ Rumi sighs. ‘Ah… my place? Don’t bother packing, I’ll just get housekeeping to deliver it all to the tower. Let’s go.’ Joining the line for taxis, the handful of waiting guests look behind to see the couple of the hour and quickly wave them to the front of the line. They graciously accept - eager to get somewhere away from prying eyes.

Mira keys them into Rumi’s apartment and they fall through the door. Kicking off their shoes before collapsing on separate couches with deep seated sighs. They don’t speak. The weight of the day pressing down on them with the suffocating pull of an ocean. Drowning in the understanding of exactly where they’re headed.

Standing, Rumi quietly moves to her room. Shutting the door behind her with a soft click. Mira winces. That, if nothing else, is a tell in itself. She emerges minutes later, wearing soft sleep shorts and a worn work tee that softly conforms to her figure. Padding into the kitchen, she looks back. ‘Tea?’ Mouth dry, Mira nods. ‘P-please.’

Minutes later Rumi gently hands her a mug, ring already discarded somewhere in the house. If it was Mira she’d put it in the bin. Sitting across from her, Rumi takes a sip from her own mug. Looking up uncertainly. ‘So.’ Mira nods. ‘So.’

Pale, Rumi shakes her head. ‘I don’t know… I don’t know how we’re going to fix this. If we’re going to fix this. It’s… I…’ she looks up. ‘I don’t know how to trust you again.’ Mira nods. Waiting.

‘I just… it’s been so hard. God, I don’t even know.’ Rumi snorts, bitter. ‘I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. Every time I think I have a moment of peace it hits me that you’re gone, and it’s like being hit by a fucking train. I just… how? How do I even begin to trust that you won’t do it again?’

Mira swallows. Weighing her words carefully before she replies. ‘Y-yeah. I know. I wouldn’t trust me either.’ Placing her cup down, she reaches across the table. ‘Can we maybe start but not being so far apart? If… you wanted that.’ Rumi blinks up at her. Tense. Pale. Before with a stiff nod she abandons her own mug to walk around the coffee table and lean into Mira’s side with a deep sigh. Mira wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders, pulling Rumi in close as she tries not to cry.

Almost against her will, the purple haired girl softens. Tucking her feet up on the sofa as she nuzzles into Mira’s shoulder. A tear escapes to drip down the idol’s chin. Mira wipes it away quickly, instead reaching for Rumi’s free hand with her own.

‘I know I wrecked this. But I have to believe we can fix it. You mean too much to me. Not talking was a mistake. And I, uh…’ she flinches, ‘talking… scares me. I’m working on it. I will be better. And in the meantime all I can do is show up. Every way I know how.’

Rumi groans as she presses further into Mira’s chest. ‘I just can’t believe we have to get fucking married. I just… I don’t even know if I’m ready to be your girlfriend, and now this?’ Mira places a soft kiss on her head. Squeezing her hand softly. ‘Yeah. Mianhae. Did I… did I do the right thing? I saw the ring, and you said that you’d pretend you didn’t know, and Celine was looking at me… was it okay?’

Rumi reaches up to place a kiss on her cheek. ‘Mira, no. You were perfect. I just resent that it had to happen.’ The idol sighs. ‘Yeah. I, ah, I still have your present. And card. It’s not as flashy as a ring, but I hope you’ll still like it. If… if you want it?’ Rumi nods. ‘I… yeah. Please. You’re not going to tell me what you got me?’

With a breathy laugh, Mira shakes her head. ‘Ani. There’s got to be one good thing that happens today, right? And if that can be getting you something you actually like, that’s what it’ll be.’ Rumi nods. Cheeks lightly pink as some colour returns to her face. ‘Thanks. I… I’d like that.’ Rumi’s phone buzzes from where she left it on the table. Picking it up she makes a face. ‘Ugh. Jinu. I’ll ah… reply later.’

Mira grimaces. ‘…thanks. He hates me.’ Rumi giggles. The sound cracking open a whisper of sweet relief from the hollow in Mira’s chest. ‘Yeah. He does. But hey. I…’ she meets her eyes with a tiny smile, ‘…I still want to try. Even if it’s a stupid idea.’ The spark ignites in Mira’s chest. Hope catching fire strong and sure for the first time in weeks.

‘Y-yeah? You want to try?’ Rumi nods. ‘I do. I just…’ she trails off. Uncertain. Steeling herself, Mira takes her hand in a gentle squeeze. ‘Hey. I broke this, so I gotta fix it, okay? I won’t go anywhere. Not again.’ Rumi tips her head. Considering. ‘Okay. Then… can you start by telling me where you went wrong? And when you say fix it… what does that look like? What do you even mean?’

Forcing herself to meet the officer’s steady gaze, Mira swallows. Then, she laughs. Hiding her head in her hands as it all comes racing back. ‘God, Rums. Where do I begin? Was it when I was dishonest about my intentions and thought I could trick you into dating me? Or when I had you, and then I kept yanking you around with the whole friend thing? Or when I finally admitted that I loved you, but was too short sighted to commit to you being my girlfriend. All the times I’ve made assumptions instead of asking what you think. Essentially inviting you to move in with me under the guise of convenience. And that’s all before instead of talking to you like a nearly-thirty-adult-human, I ghosted you.’

Rumi quirks a bitter smile. ‘Yeah. That about covers it.’ She flicks Mira in the nose. ‘Hey, at least you’re finally being honest.’ Mira rolls her eyes. Catching her hand and pulling it in for a light kiss on Rumi’s knuckle. ‘Yeah. Only took me… what? Nearly a year?’ Rumi smiles up at her. A flicker of normalcy passing between them.

The firefighter’s eyes flick down to Mira’s mouth and then back up again. In response, the idol simply kisses her on the brow, placing a gentle finger on her lips. ‘I also want to kiss you, but we both know how that’s going to end.’ Rumi groans. Poking Mira in the cheek with a huff. ‘Yeah, okay. You were going to… throw out some ideas? For where we go from here?’

Mira nods. ‘Yeah. I. Ah. Obviously I’m going to be doing my own work on my um… issues. And honestly? I think we need time. But...’ Steeling herself with a breath, she meets Rumi’s eyes. ‘Maybe I can help with the… the night panic thing. Do you want to stay with me for a bit? Maybe if I’m there I can help. Or, at least reassure you that I haven’t left.’ Rumi considers. Biting her lip.

‘Is… is it okay if I say I don’t want to be in the tower for a little while? I just… I don’t think I’m ready for that.’ She tips her head. ‘Would you come here? To stay?’ Without even really thinking about it, Mira nods. ‘Of course. I was also going to cut down my hours at work. Both so I can be around more, and also take better care of myself. I know that I… ah…’ she looks away ‘… tend to push too hard. And when I work myself into the ground I’m more prone to making dumb decisions.’

Rumi grins. ‘Uh huh. No kidding.’ Mira looks down at her softly. Feeling the weight of Rumi’s hand in her own, the press of their thighs on the sofa. Something real. From the jacket she’s left in the entryway, Mira’s phone begins to ring. Rumi gives her a look. ‘You should… get that. I’m guessing work is going to be pretty mad?’

The idol shrugs. ‘Don’t care. You’re more important. But I’ll see what they want.’ Heading over to scoop up the device, surprise crosses her features. “Zoey? Hey, what’s up?” They speak briefly, and then Mira hangs up with a sigh. Padding back over to the sofa where she flops down and pulls Rumi into her. ‘Hey. What did Zoey say?’ Mira sighs, resting her head against the officer’s. ‘Aaaaah. She said Jinu’s picked up where we are and he’s on his way. She’s leaving now to head him off, so maybe it’s about to get crowded in here.’ With a laugh, she shakes her head. ‘I’m sorry. This must be the worst birthday ever.’

Rumi laughs. Leaning back into Mira as she looks up with tired eyes. ‘Yeah, it might be. But thirty hours ago I thought I’d be sitting here alone, so maybe it’s allowed to be an improvement.’ Mira smiles down at her gently, tracing her cheek with the back of her hand. ‘Thirty hours ago I never thought I’d get to do this again. I know this will be hard, but I’ll take it. Anything for one more day with you.’ Rumi flushes. ‘Ugh. You… suck. It’s so hard to be mad at you when you’re so… hot. And charming. And… stupid.’

Mira’s eyes twinkle. ‘Stupid?’ Rumi nods. ‘A real moron. A… stupid woman.’ The idol bursts out laughing. Delighted by the barbs with absolutely nothing behind them. ‘Okay okay, you’re right. I have made a colossal ass of myself. I deserve that.’ Rumi tips her head. ‘Speak of stupid… what’s happening with your job? Are you… fired?’

Something stills in the air between them. Mira’s shoulders tensing despite herself. ‘I… I don’t need to dump that on you. It’ll be okay.’ Rumi leans up to cup her face. ‘Ani. We’re both allowed to go through shitty things at the same time. We need to be able to support each other even when we have stuff going on.’

Mira sighs. ‘Ah… okay. It… might get ugly. I’m in violation of my contract in so many different ways. On top of a fine, they could sue me if they wanted. So. It’s… not good.’ Rumi looks up at her, eyes wide with worry. ‘Mira.’ The idol simply shrugs. ‘I knew what I was getting into. Celine was pretty clear, I think the phrase she used was that I could “love you out loud or not at all.” Rumi shakes her head, eyes narrowed. ‘I… fuck. Mira. She… she really said if you didn’t wreck your career she’d keep you from me?’

The idol laughs. ‘You really have a way with words, did you know that? Maybe you should help Zoey with song writing sometime. Essentially, yeah.’ Rumi’s eyes flutter shut as she thinks it though. Before she socks Mira in the shoulder with a scowl. 

‘Oww! Hey! What was that for? Specifically, I know I had it coming.’ The shorter girl seethes as she sits up, folding her arms and huffing in frustration. ‘You’re so… Mira! Why didn’t you tell me about this? I know it seems like Celine lives in a world of absolutes, but maybe I could have done something.’ Still rippling with concern, she reaches over to squeeze her arm. ‘How big is the suit?’

‘Ahhh…’ Mira waves a hand ‘in the tens of millions. So it’ll wipe me out, but I can take it. If they even go there, we haven’t released our last album. If I had to guess I’d say they’re about to offer me a deal. Some kind of extended contract, maybe.’ Rumi groans. ‘You really are an idiot. Okay.’ She looks back, this time determined. ‘You promise you won’t sign anything without talking to me first? No matter how much they pressure you?’

Swallowing, Mira nods. ‘Yeah, okay. I… I can do that.’ Rumi sits back, concern still stamped clearly across her face. ‘Okay. That’s… thank you. Jesus.’ Looking back, she offers a smile. ‘Nothing’s ever simple with you, is it?’ Mira has to laugh at that. ‘Not really. But I’m working on it.’

They’re interrupted by someone coming in the door. Tensing as they prepare for the worst. ‘Hellooooooooo! Can someone help me with these boxes!? I only have short arms y’anno!’ They exchange relieved grins. Zoey. Mira stands to rescue the shorter girl from her armful of belongings - several wrapped gifts, and balanced precariously on top - a bakery-order birthday cake.

Rumi breaks into a genuine, excited smile as the younger girl races towards her. Pulling her in for a slow, passionate kiss before pulling away with a smile. ‘Rumi! Hi! Happy birthday! Did Mira pass on my message?’ Still wrestling with the armful of boxes, Mira flinches. ‘Ah. I might have… forgotten?’

Zoey huffs in annoyance. ‘Miraaaaa! Okay, well, you had a lot going on.’ Stealing another kiss, she smiles up at the older girl. ‘Hey. I love you.’ Delighted, Rumi pulls Zoey in for a third kiss. ‘Hi. I love you back. It’s so good to see you.’

Mira puts the cake in the kitchen before tackling the rest of the pile. Alongside a familiar looking wrapped present are a few smaller gifts alongside a medium sized, non descript box sealed with a single piece of tape. Pushing Rumi down into the couch, Zoey grabs the final box and rips it open on the dining table. Holding up some bunting and throwing a packet of balloons in Mira’s direction with a wink.

‘Hey, just because you got your heart broken and forced into an arranged marriage doesn’t mean your birthday has to be all bad. Cute photos, by the way.’ Pointing a roll of tape at Mira, Zoey grins. ‘Bobby is losing his mind, FYI. But I was able to buy you until tomorrow morning to face the music, so we could spend the day with Rumi.’

Laughing, Rumi moves to grab one end of the bunting from Zoey as the star vocally debates with herself the best place to hang it. Mira allows herself a relieved smile. Thankful that Rumi finally looks relaxed. With everything that’s happened, nothing short of a miracle.

Mira passes Zoey the speaker from where it lives on top of the fridge, and queuing some of her latest J-pop Zoey continues to gently steer Rumi through her master plan to decorate the house. Mira blowing up what feels like ten million balloons and handing them over as needed. Rumi even cracks a joke about ‘what that mouth do,’ and the girls fall about laughing in relieved hysterics. Letting the afternoon take them where it wants as they slowly try and bring the day back to some semblance of normalcy.

Mira is just hanging a balloon on a particularly high rafter when the door chimes. The three girls freezing as it opens. Jinu enters, his handsome features white with rage as he gently removes his shoes. Holding up a brightly coloured paper bag, he shoots Rumi a smile. ‘Ya. Happy birthday princess.’ Walking across the room he wraps her in a hug, then Zoey. Stepping back to give Rumi a concerned once over before ruffling her hair with a wry smile. ‘Aish. Always trouble, hey Rum-ssi.’

Then, he turns. Narrowing his eyes as he locks onto the idol standing in the kitchen. Suddenly, he clears the living room in three long, precise strides and wrenches his shoulder back.

*crack*

Mira lets the force of the blow jolt her head to the side. Quietly looking away as she cups her stinging cheek. Rumi looking on in horror as Zoey scrambles for something to use as ice. Jinu simply snorts in disgust.

‘Aish. I should hit you again. I thought I told you to not come back.’ Rumi quickly steps in to grab Jinu’s arm. ‘Jinu. Please.’ Turning, he places a kiss on her head before pulling Rumi into his shoulder. Safe. Secure.

Zoey presses a towel wrapped cold pack to Mira’s face, which she accepts gratefully. If she’s lucky it won’t bruise. Although, luck hasn’t really been on her side, lately. She looks up. ‘I know. I’m not sorry I did.’

Jinu barks out a laugh. Harsh. Protective. ‘Aigo. You really are something else. You think you have any right to be here? What exactly was your plan in all this? Kim-ssi?’

Mira meets his gaze with steady, unafraid eyes. ‘To do better. To show up. To love Rumi fully, as she deserves.’ He scoffs. ‘And the best way to do that is by breaking her heart and then trapping her in a social marriage? Jinjja?’ Something cracks under Mira’s composure. Still clutching the ice to her cheek, she shakes her head. ‘Aniyo, that was just… a stupid decision. One I didn’t think through until it was too late.’

Rumi tugs at Jinu’s sleeve. ‘Hey, Jinu? Not to play the birthday card, but… can you not fight on my birthday? Please?’ He sighs. Eyes tracking across his friend that are wide with worry. Before he tips his head to concede. ‘Sure. Princess. If that’s what you want. But for what it’s worth, I still think we can get you out of this.’

Rumi shakes her head softly. Meeting him with a small, but determined smile. ‘I don’t want to. I want to make this work. Can you… trust me on this one? Please?’ Jinu casts an extremely skeptical look towards the two women in the kitchen. Zoey checking the swelling on Mira’s cheek while the taller idol watches him silently.

‘Fine. Only because I trust you. Not for any other reason than that.’ She breathes a sigh of relief. ‘Thank you, Jinu. That means more than you know.’ He nods in assent. Tentatively, Zoey raises a hand. ‘So, uh… if we’re skipping over the Jinu-killing-Mira-for-breaking-your-heart thing, how else do you want to spend you birthday? There’s still time to make it a little less shitty.’

Rumi laughs. ‘God… I love you so much.’ Looking at the three friends seriously, she tips her head. ‘Do you think you two could hold off on the blood and guts long enough for cake and presents? And then maybe…’ she shoots Zoey a tiny, shy smile, ‘no pressure, but do you want to… get out of here? Do something to take our minds off this?’ Eyes shining, Zoey nods rapidly. ‘Uh huh. I would be fucking honoured. Mir, you know where the lighter and knives and stuff are, right?’ Jinu looks at her wearily. ‘I’ll get the plates.’

Delicately, the foursome crowd around the low table for cake with their presents. Rumi smiling wide as Zoey thrusts the first of her small, wrapped boxes in her direction. ‘Kaja kaja kaja! Mine first!’ With a giggle, she tears into the wrapping. And gasps.

Zoey has somehow tracked down a series of tiny, silver, fire-station-themed stud earrings. Alongside the obligatory fire truck is a tiny helmet and two matching fire axes. Rumi grabs her face with both hands for a kiss, blushing as she pulls away. ‘Zoey. They’re perfect. Thank you.’ The idol giggles. ‘Wait ‘til you open the next one! Made it myself.’

Ripping into the paper surrounding a small, flat box, Rumi gasps. Pulling out a small picture frame containing… a tattoo. Or, at least, a design for one.

A stylised fire axe stands front and centre between a fine wreath of flowers. Entwined cosmos, gladiolus and hawthorn - Rumi’s heart gives a happy flutter as she realises that Zoey has taken a little something meant to represent the three of them and brought it together as one. The line work is delicate, and simply. The final visual striking and elegant. It takes her breath away.

Blushing, Zoey looks up, hopeful. ‘There’s never any pressure, but once I’m qualified… maybe I could put it on you? A little bit of us to keep with you.’ Eyes shining, Rumi holds it up to the inside of her forearm. ‘Yeah. I’d love that. Zoey, this… this means the world. Thank you.’

Sitting back with a happy sigh, Zoey sends the other two a cocky wink. ‘Hah. Beat that, losers.’ The trio laugh, Mira rolling her eyes and accidentally sharing a smirk with Jinu as they shake their heads at the cheek of it all. Jinu confidently drops his gift bag on the table. ‘Okay, I will.’

Tentatively, Rumi leafs through the pink tissue paper and pulls out a pair of ray-bans. Nodding appreciatively, she digs a little deeper. Retrieving an envelope with spa vouchers for two. Laughing, she shakes her head at her colleague. ‘Jinjja. Is this just because you want a spa day?’

Shameless, Jinu shrugs. ‘Hey, you need more days off and I need a manicure. Consider it a win/win.’ Rolling her eyes, she lovingly places it on the table. Digging down for the final gift… another ring box. Noting the panic that flashes across her face, Jinu grins as he waves his hands. ‘Ani, just… open it, okay?’

Cracking open the box, Rumi pulls out a simple, silver band. The outside plain bar a date engraved in tiny writing on the side - the date of their graduation. On the inside, inscribed in Hangul it reads ‘don’t give up! Our cheif Rumi.’ Holding up his hand, Jinu revels an identical band around his finger.

‘The boys all have them too. Just in case you ever forget - we’re in your corner, always. The only truck we want to crew is the one where you’re OIC. Yeah?’ Rumi has no words. Her eyes filling with tears as she grins, sliding it onto her finger before moving around the table to wrap Jinu in a tight hug. Looking over her shoulder at Mira, he winks.

The idol doesn’t take the bait. Letting Rumi have her moment, before gently pushing a large, wrapped box across the table. Cautiously, Rumi uses the cake knife to slice the paper open. And then breaks into a grin when she realises what’s inside. Looking up, her voice is hushed as she meets the idol’s gaze. ‘Mira.’

In the box is a brand new pair of boots. And not just any boots - top of the line, hand made, FENZ certified fire boots. Water tight and fire proof, they come with orthotic insoles as well as shock protection for any kind of work you’d care to do in the field. They run up at about a thousand dollars a pair. Far more than any government department is willing to shell out for their employees.

The idol shrugs, embarrassed. ‘I just… you mentioned your boots hurt your feet. And I know that the department is hard up for funding so I thought this might… help.’ Eyes shining, Rumi tugs them out of their wrapping and immediately tries them on. Shooing Zoey and Jinu off one of the sofas so she can practice some vaults - giggling like a little kid as she lands with full force and holds steady. Bouncing on her toes, she turns to the taller girl.

‘I love them. Thank you. I just… wow.’ Zoey shoots Mira a thumbs up as Jinu grudgingly shrugs his shoulders. Mira tucks that in her back pocket for later. It feels… good. Watching Rumi run around with them on indoors like a little kid, something clicks inside her chest. Something healed in the act of loving and being loved.

Gently tugging them off, Rumi sets the boots by the door ready for her next shift in a few days. Sliding in next to Mira with a genuine, dopey smile as the taller girl lays a kiss on her head and reaches for the lighter. Zoey starts them off in a song, and they clap along as Rumi watches delightedly with pink cheeks and light eyes. Closing her eyes, she makes a wish.

She cuts them each a slice of cake, Zoey and Jinu smiling into their slices at Mira’s retelling of the breakfast fiasco. Collecting their plates, Mira disappears into the kitchen as Jinu and Zoey share a farewell and Rumi changes into something outdoor-appropriate. The idol quietly hums to herself as she cleans and returns the space to order.

A tap on the shoulder. ‘Hey.’ Rumi smiles up at her, dressed simply in jeans and Mira’s sweater, cheeks pink as she watches her expectantly. ‘I just… thank you. For coming back. I’m still scared but having you here is.. better. Than the alternative.’ Skating her hands up Rumi’s sides, Mira ducks in for a kiss. ‘Of course. I love you. I’ll never let you doubt that ever again.’

In the doorway, Zoey coughs. ‘Eh ehm. Not that y’all aren’t super cute… but Rumi did say I get to take her out on a birthday date. And I know it sucked, but you hogged her all. Night. Long.’ They laugh, Rumi stealing one final kiss before moving over to the door. Mira doing a final sweep before she joins them.

Turning to Rumi, she offers her a reassuring smile. ‘I’ll head to the tower to pack a bag, then I’ll be back, okay? Do you two want dinner, or are you eating out?’ Zoey grins. ‘Out! And hey, you’d better pack me a bag too. No way you two are u-hauling without me.’ With a fond sigh, Rumi leans down to lay a soft kiss on Zoey’s cheek. ‘Good thing I have such a big bed.’

The younger girl waggles her eyebrows expectantly. ‘For… activities?’ Rumi smacks her lightly in the shoulder. ‘Zoeyyyyyyyy!’ They head off into the early evening, Mira splitting off at the subway station to head back across the river. Things still fraught between them. But maybe, just maybe they can work through this. With enough time, maybe the only souvenir from this adventure will be a scar.

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To be continued…

Chapter Text

Zoey threads their fingers together on the subway, leaning into Rumi’s shoulder with a happy sigh. Smiling softly under her mask, Rumi pulls her close while they watch the cityscape go by as the train emerges to stop at an above-ground station. 

For once, Zoey is quiet. Happily tapping her feet as she looks out the window, occasionally checking in on Rumi before nestling back into her embrace. Eventually, at a station a fair distance from the city centre, Zoey pulls her out of the car and into the streets. This part of town is all retro-fitted brick buildings; with flickering neon signs and huge, cheaply made posters advertising everything from discount soju to western-style gyms glaring at them from every available surface. 

A little ways up the street, after a massive, multi-story jimjibang, Zoey hits a left and takes her up some narrow stairs and into a bar. Emerging into the dimly lit room she whips off her mask and gestures happily. ‘Ta daaaa! Eh? Eh????’

Removing her own mask, Rumi breaks into a relieved laugh. They’re standing at the entrance to a decent-sized pool hall - with an eighties style, three-sixty wooden bar under low-hanging lights right in the centre of the room surrounded by dozens of green-felted tables. The carpet that was once maybe a bright red has since greyed and is peeling, and the tables appear evenly split down the middle of the room between full sized and three quarter options. 

Heading to an ancient change machine in the corner, Zoey feeds in some bills before stuffing the coins it spits out into her pockets and gently leading Rumi over to the bar. The forty-something metalheads running the place shoot her a half hearted wave as they make their way over, doing a hasty muk-jji-ppa for who has to serve. The one with green hair loses, and he saunters over to lean on the counter near the till. 

‘Cash only, what’ll it be?’ Zoey just smiles innocently, and he softens - she really can melt any heart. She holds up two fingers - ‘two colas주세요!’ She slides him a crisp ten across the counter, which he quickly trades out for two glass bottles; popping the tops in an easy, practiced movement before he swipes the caps and turns back to his conversation with his friend. 

Rumi follows Zoey over to a table in the back corner, where she shucks her yellow letterman jacket to reveal a cropped tank that fits snugly above her baggy, faded jeans. With a wink, Zoey grabs two cues and hands one over to Rumi, who fumbles slightly as she takes it from the shorter girl. Zoey just smiles, chalking the tip of her cue before resting it nearby and grabbing the ball rack from where it hangs hidden on the light hanging low over the table. Rumi watches her cautiously. 'I, uh, didn't know you played.'

Zoey just giggles, delighted, as she puts two coins into a slot under the table and starts to grab balls from the chute as they're released. 'I don't. At least, not really. This is really more Mir's cup of tea.' Rumi stiffens at that. Zoey pushes on. 'But, I figured something physical would be good, and thought an arcade would be too... intense. So.' Grabbing the cue ball, Zoey offers it with a smile. 'Wanna break?' Rumi nods, weighing the ball in her hand as she makes her way to the end of the table. Setting her stance wide, she hinges at the hips and places the ball dead centre. Delicately splaying her left hand on the table as she draws her elbow back into place.

With a crack, the perfect harmony of the triangle is disrupted. Balls flying across the table - the yellow nine and green fourteen sinking neatly into pockets on opposite sides of the table. Zoey lets loose a low whistle. 'Rumi... babe! Are you just that good at everything?' Rumi laughs, some of the tension leaving her shoulders as a delicate pink creeps up her neck. 'Ani, just lucky, I guess.' Zoey darts in for a kiss, before pulling away to take a swig of her drink. 'I mean... I would argue that I'm the lucky one.'

Still blushing, Rumi circles the table to find her next angle. Unfortunately her luck seems to have started and finished with an easy start - all of the solids are awkwardly scattered across the table blocking her every shot. With a sigh, she looks at Zoey out of the corner of her eye. 'Zo? How strict are you on fouls?' The shorter girl just grins. 'I don't care about that stuff, I just wanna hit things! Drives some people crazy.' Rumi snorts at that. She can imagine. Lining herself up, she pulls back; getting low to the table as she double checks her shot. Before with a powerful tap she sends Zoey's six and her eleven neatly into the centre pocket; the white just stopping short of being sunk.

Laughing, Zoey gives her a shove. 'Hey! Even I know that's illegal. Cheater.' Unashamed, Rumi just leans over to steal a kiss. 'Hey, shouldn't you be thanking me for helping you out? Plus, now you get a free shot.' Grabbing the white, Zoey lays a tiny kiss under her chin before heading back to the head of the table. 'I guess. Although jeeze... babe! This is gonna be reeeeeeally tricky.' Zoey surveys the chaos. Eventually putting the cue ball at the corner of the table near the rail. Sticking her tongue out to focus, she splays her right hand on the table and pulls back. Before she smashes into the ball - wildly off kilter and all power. She giggles as the balls ricochet everywhere - the cue and eight sinking in quick succession. Rumi laughs. 'Zoey!'

Looking up shyly, Zoey just smirks. 'What? You mean I don't win?' Rumi laughs. 'Okay, let's do that again, can I help out?' Without waiting for a reply, she ducks down to retrieve both balls and places them back on the table. Lining up the white for an easy corner shot, she gestures for the younger girl to join her. 'Okay. Stand in front of me. Legs wide. And then...' gently, she steps in behind the shorter girl; placing one hand on her hip and resting the other on her forearm as she adjusts her aim. Zoey flushes a pale pink, smiling nervously as Rumi shifts her stance. 'You have great power, but you started with your elbow too high - that's what made you curve off to the side. If we get lower down, like this.' She moves her hand to Zoey's upper back, pressing her chest closer to the table. Taking her bicep in her hand for a few practice swings, giving a pleased nod as Zoey complies.

'...then your cue will stay level, and you'll always hit in a straight line, yeah?' Zoey nods; cheeks still flushed as she grits her teeth and narrows her eyes in determination. Rumi steps away, still resting a hand on her lower back as Zoey lines herself up. Pulling back, she drives through. The cue smashing into the ball with power, but this time running it straight. It smashes into a purple four in the corner - both balls disappearing into the pocket as Zoey jumps up and claps excitedly. 'Babe! Did you see that!? I did it!' Dropping her cue stick she throws her arms around Rumi's neck and pulls her in for a kiss - the older girl laughing at her excitement. Rumi shakes her head. 'I mean, you did also sink the cue ball... but that's okay, it's just for fun, right?'

Zoey nods, grinning - pulling cheesy finger guns as Rumi retrieves the white to make her own shot. 'Totally! Now you're getting it.' With quiet concentration, Rumi lines up her next shot. The stars align, and she quickly sinks the next four balls in quick succession. Zoey swallows. Looking at her in awe and also a little... hungry. Some of her confidence returning, Rumi shoots her a wink, before swinging the cue around behind her for an easy shot down the side as she leans on the table. Looking up at her date, she finds Zoey unusually still. With an audible swallow, the younger girl abandons her own cue to pull Rumi in with both hands for a heady, ugent kiss. Pushing back in a grin, as she cups Rumi's cheek and looks up with wonder.

'Holy fuck. Babe. That was, like... unreasonably hot.' Rumi shrugs, her ears pink with delight. 'Yeah, I know.' Zoey screams with mirth, giving her a shove before she steps away to roll the rest of the balls back into the pockets for another game. 'Ya! That's not what you're supposed to say!' Rumi laughs, catching Zoey's wrist and pulling her back in close. 'Is it not? I thought I was supposed to make fun of my girlfriend. Mianhae.' Zoey freezes. Looking up at her uncertainly as Rumi's brain catches up with the words that escaped her lips. Oh.

Zoey licks her lips. Looking up wide eyed as she tests it out. 'Your... girlfriend? You want me to be your girlfriend?' Turning a bright crimson - still holding Zoey's arm - Rumi nods. Once. Decisive. 'I... yeah. I do. If... if that's okay?' With a squeal, Zoey throws herself at the older girl, cues clattering to the floor as she flings her arms around her neck and the staff at the bar cast a weary eye over to their corner. 'Yes yes yes yes! Ohmigod. Rumi! I've only been waiting to ask you for... weeks! Months!'

Grinning, Rumi swaps their positions, scooping Zoey up to sit on the table as she pulls her in for a kiss. 'Oh thank god. For a moment I was worried I'd messed up.' Zoey presses against her, looking up with delight. 'Ani, never. I... wow. I'm on a date with my girlfriend. My girlfriend, Rumi, who I love. Who loves me. Wow.' Rumi presses in for another kiss, when green hair pointedly clears his throat and gestures for them to dismount the table. Laughing, flustered, they pick up their cues and exchange shy smiles. Zoey goes to shove a ball into the pocket, when Rumi gently places a hand on her shoulder. 'Hey. I know I won, but... we did pay for the table. Maybe... you could use those to... practice?' With a tiny nod, Zoey's eyes sparkle. Rumi placing the cue ball back on the table and lining up an easy shot. 'I'd like that. Thanks.'

Hand over hand, Rumi gently coaches Zoey through the motions. After a few misfires her aim turning true - although they initially agree to disagree about the power side of things. Zoey argues that it's just too much fun to hit as hard as you can, and, well, Rumi can't argue with that, can she? (At least, not when Zoey is looking up at her all devious and adorable like that.)

They play two more games. Rumi insists that Zoey starts so she can practice - maybe enjoying the utter chaos that ensues from the shorter girl's breaks a little too much. After it starts looking like Rumi is going to take the second game as well, Zoey starts to cheekily run a little bit of interference. Namely leaning over to 'help' with Rumi's aim while ducking a hand beneath her shirt as she squeaks in surprise and sends the ball firing wildly off into the ether. Zoey - undeterred, continues. Skirting a finger along the waistband of Rumi's jeans as she tries to line up a particularly difficult cushion shot. After sinking the eight ball with a wild ricochet Zoey blinks up at her innocently while she laughs. 'Did I do good, unnie?'

Wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, Rumi just shakes her head. 'Uh huh. Baby, you did great.' Zoey claps her hands as she giggles, before shoving more coins into the slot as the balls thunk back into place. 'Another?' Rumi hums, thoughful. Placing the rack on the table, Rumi shoots her a look. 'One more. But I want you to play seriously this time. I bet you'd be great if you controlled your power.' Zoey rolls her eyes. 'Uh huh. And what do I get for participating in this very serious game.' Turning to check that the bar staff are otherwise occupied, Rumi tugs Zoey in by her belt loops to ghost her breath beneath her ear in a whisper. 'Play a real game with me, and we can go home for you to take my shirt off.'

Zoey's eyes blow wide with want as she swallows. Nodding enthusiastically as Rumi steps back to grab her cue. 'Uh huh. Deal.' It's maybe the quickest game Rumi has ever played - with a long history of games at the firehouse. She may slightly regret letting Zoey start - the younger girl breathing slow and narrowing her eyes before sinking all seven stripes in quick succession. Only lightly tapping the ball, her stokes are quick and razor sharp as she makes impossible shots into every corner of the table. Sinking the eight in a single, clean curve shot, Zoey blinks up at her innocently with a smile. 'Home?'

Rumi doubles over laughing. 'Zoey! Did I just... get hustled?' The younger girl shrugs, a cheeky grin breaking over her face. 'Maybe. I just love playing badly, it's just so fun! Not to mention it annoys the pants off of Mira.' Rumi snorts at the visual. 'Uh huh. I'll bet. I'd be pretty mad too if someone played this well and insisted on throwing every game.' Zoey shrugs, stepping in to loop her hands around Rumi's neck with a sly smile. 'I mean... I did enjoy having you all pressed up against me like that. Maybe we can do it again sometime. Somewhere a little more... private.'

Rumi pushes her off with a giggle, rolling her eyes. 'You're impossible. My favourite kind of impossible. Let me finish this, okay?' Rumi deftly sinks her own balls, going for purposely outrageous shots that make Zoey's eyes widen with want as she watches. Sending the five and then the four with a devastating combination shot, she racks her cue on the wall and then reaches over to hand Zoey her jacket. 'Home?' Taking it with a smile, Zoey nods. 'Please.'

Heading to the exit, Zoey checks her phone. Happy to see a text from Mira waiting on the readout.

Mirbear 6:34pm
Hey baby, all packed up. I'm not sure what Rumi's up for, so I thought I'd give you guys the run of the place until about nine or so. Let me know if you need me and I'll be right over, I love you.

Zoey reaches over to show Rumi. 'Hey babe, Mira said she'll give us your place for a few hours to finish up our date. Is that okay, or do you want her back sooner?' Rumi hums. Uncertain. Zoey squeezes her hand, reassuring. 'Hey, it's okay. There's no wrong answer here.' Checking her own phone, Rumi sighs. 'I... yeah. That would be great. She texted me too, I can reply?' Zoey nods. Cautiously optimistic at this turn of events. 'Sounds good to me. Anything for the birthday girl.'

Masking up they hit the subway, where Zoey briefly checks around the near empty car before climbing into Rumi's lap with a giggle. Blushing, Rumi hisses. 'Zoey!' The younger girl shrugs. 'What? I can't sit with my girlfriend?' Rumi sighs. 'I... I guess.' Zoey tips her head. 'You guess, or yes? Because only one of those is okay.' In response, Rumi threads her arms around the idol, pulling her in close. 'Yes. A thousand times over.'

The city lights flicker behind them as they climb the hill back to Rumi's apartment. Zoey complaining loudly and enthusiastically - until Rumi scoops her up while she shrieks and the firefighter carries her bridal style all the way to their front door. Placing her down with a kiss as they laugh together - as if they're two kids on a second or third date and not two women with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Rumi keys them in, and they fall into the entryway to kick off their shoes before Rumi drags Zoey to bed. Zoey quickly flips their positions - pushing Rumi down into the mattress with both hands before straddling her eagerly, tugging on Mira's sweater as she kisses her senseless into the sheets.

'I think someone promised me this would come off.' Rumi just laughs, letting Zoey tear off her sweater and then the plain, white tee that was hiding underneath. Zoey teasingly runs a hand down her bare torso. 'No bra today? Was someone expecting me?' Rumi shakes her head as she continues to giggle, Zoey kissing a heated line up her neck as she presses her into the bed. 'Ani, I was just too depressed to dress up. Mianhae.' Zoey freezes. Pulling back with a final kiss beneath Rumi's chin as she sits back and watches her carefully. 'I... we don't have to do anything. I don't ever expect this from you, you know that... right?' Eyes soft, Rumi nods up from her place in the sheets. her braid cast over one shoulder, hair lightly mussed as she meets Zoey's gaze.

'I... t-thanks. I know. It's just...' Rumi makes a face. Zoey pulling her upright, quietly twisting to sit in her lap with her arms wrapped around her neck. 'I just... I want this. But I don't know how much I have in me right now. My body, it's... I think it hates me.' Zoey tips her head. 'Wanna explain that one to me? I don't quite follow.' Rumi groans. Resting her head against the younger girl's as she thinks. 'Ugh. It's like... you know how I was having trouble eating? It's like my body is shutting down. Everything is hard - eating, sleeping, sex. Hell, I'm even late on my period, and that never happens. So, I, uh...' she stares off into space. 'mentally I, like, want this. But physically? I don't know if I can... perform. The way I usually do. Y-yeah.'

Zoey hums, nodding sagely. 'Sounds like stress. I mean, you did have your heart broken. Other than death, I can't really think of anything more stressful. So it makes sense your body isn't exactly gearing up to do anything that might result in babies right now. It thinks you're being attacked.' Rumi laughs in bewildered wonder. Pulling Zoey in to kiss her cheeks as they sit entwined on the bed. 'Damn, Zo. When did you get all wise?'

The idol flicks her in the head with a giggle. 'Ya! Don't you know that out of the three of us I'm the smart one? Plus, ah...' she shrugs. 'Lots of late night book recommendations on tumblr.' Rumi looks confused. 'A... a tumbler? Like... a drink?' Zoey snorts. 'Ah. No - it's a social media thing. I'll show you later. Anyway...' She gives Rumi a loving, yet unimpressed look. '...you know I don't expect anything from you when it comes to sex... right?' Rumi looks away. 'Ah. Maybe?' Zoey groans. 'Rumiiiii!'

Pushing her back into the bed, the younger girl pins her hands above her head and leans right in to meet her eyes. 'Babe. We've already had this chat. Sex isn't about looking a certain way or achieving a certain goal. Heck, it isn't even about orgasm.' She sighs. 'I don't get how you can be so great about my body, yet have all of these lofty expectations for yours. Isn't that... a lot of pressure?' Rumi makes a face. 'Um. Maybe. It's just...' she closes her eyes. 'I... I feel like I owe it to you. Because you and Mira... you seem to really enjoy it when I come. And if I can't do that, maybe I'm not doing it right.' Zoey hisses in frustration. Releasing Rumi's hands to clap her own to her face. 'Babe. I just... imagine our roles were reversed.' She looks down at the woman beneath her tenderly. Dragging a hand across her cheek. 'Would you ever speak to me the same way you're speaking to yourself?' Quietly, Rumi shakes her head. Just watching.

Zoey sighs. 'Exactly. And hey, we don't have to do anything.' She quirks a smile. 'I never have any expectations of you. But, if you did want this... maybe I could show you a different kind of sex. And maybe we could find some good feelings together - ones that aren't stuck in the need for climax.' Rumi watches her. Silent. For a beat. And then two. Before she nods. 'I... think I'd like that. I want you, I just...' she laughs. 'That sounds like I'd have to be really in my body.' Zoey chuckles, rolling her eyes. 'I mean... yeah. But hey, if it's ever too much, we can just... stop. And order takeout and just chill until Mir gets home. Yeah?'

Rumi nods. Before, blushing, she shoots Zoey a tiny smile. '...does this mean I can take your shirt off?' Zoey presses in for a slow, tender kiss before pulling back. 'Fucking please.' She takes Rumi's hands to the hem of her shirt, where the older girl eagerly peels it off her body; before sitting up to tenderly cup the swell of her chest as she ducks in for a long, slow kiss. Zoey gasps as Rumi bites her lip, skirting one hand behind her to remove her bra with a single hand. Rumi gently kisses her way down Zoey's neck, ducking in to suck on a tender spot just above her collarbone as Zoey moans. Running her hands gently up to lay on top of Rumi's before she nudges her back down into the bed. Taking back the reins as she kisses her way down Rumi's body with tender care - taking the peak of her breast into her mouth for a gentle suck that makes Rumi whimper and buck her hips.

Smirking, Zoey continues to work her way down. Gently trailing fingers across Rumi's soft stomach as she glides down to fumble her zipper; before she tugs off her jeans and cotton briefs in one. Sliding back up to kiss her way up Rumi's thighs as she gasps at every light, purpose-filled movement. Rumi looks up with a cry a Zoey sucks on a tender point right at the edge of her thigh, waving a hand in a distracted flutter. 'You... hah... too. Off. Please.' With another kiss on her inner thigh, Zoey shoots her a wink. 'Of course, one sec.' She quickly shimmies out of her jeans, stripping her boxers to the floor before mounting Rumi and driving their hips together. Rumi moaning as Zoey locks their thighs together and grinds into her. Feeling her heat on her thigh as she cries out, ghosting a hand down Rumi's torso to scrape against the point where their bodies meet. The place just above the point of no return.

Rumi grinds back into her fiercely as she tugs Zoey into a kiss, pulling on her lip as Zoey's lids flutter and she loses herself in the feeling. Zoey drives into her, before gasping as Rumi latches onto the side of her neck to nip at the exposed skin. 'Fuck... Rumi...' Smirking into the contact, Rumi sucks at a point just below, Zoey's sounds growing in volume as she bears down. Zoey gasps as Rumi continues to thrust into her, gathering what remains of her wits as she runs her hands deftly along the sides of her rib cage. 'Babe... hah... d-does that feel... good?' In response, Rumi tugs Zoey down on top of her - continuing to grind into her with little gasps of pleasure. 'Fuck... yeah. Zoey.'

Smiling, Zoey grinds back into her girlfriend, eyes lighting up as Rumi moans and shudders beneath her. Gently extracting herself with a kiss, she rummages around Rumi's nightstand for the lube, pleasantly surprised when she finds Rumi sitting up, hand outstretched. With a blush, Rumi looks uncertain as she makes her request. 'Could... could we do each other's? Please?' With a grin, Zoey ducks in to steal a kiss. Before spreading her legs to bracket over Rumi's, firmly placing a dollop of lubricant in the palm of the other girl's hand. 'Please, baby.'

Rumi scrapes her hand down Zoey's torso, before dipping gently between her legs as the younger girl releases a shaky exhale. Gently soaking her folds; fingers searching as she runs a gentle hand across sensitive nerve endings while Zoey presses further into her touch. Filling her own hand, Zoey reaches across to duck between Rumi's legs. She gasps. It's cold. Without the protective shield of arousal, she's aware of every gentle trace of Zoey's fingers. The idol delicately spreading her wide open; before looping grazing patterns between her folds that make her shiver.

Zoey swipes her clit, and Rumi gasps. The idol's finger finding purchase on the hard nub, as she strokes her gently and Rumi presses into her hand. Zoey grins before starting to lay featherlight, pulsating circles against the tight bundle of nerves. Each touch stark and full against the quiet emanating from Rumi's body. 'You like that, baby? How about this?' Rumi whimpers as Zoey spreads her wide before tracing heavier, swifter circles around the length of her clit. Rumi shudders as she sweeps through. What the hell. It feels like Zoey's whole hand is inside her body but... it can't be. She glances at her girlfriend, who shoots her a reassuring smile as she continues her ministrations. 'You good, baby?' Rumi bucks her hips, and with a smirk, Zoey moves to long, slick strokes as Rumi's eyes flutter shut and she leans back - holding herself up as she shakes despite her best intentions to provide some kind of mutual pleasure. Intentions that have all but gone out the window.

'Rumi, baby?' She forces her eyes open. Zoey watching her intently as fingers her. 'Do you have some words for me, unnie?' Zoey slows all the way down, dragging her knuckles either side of Rumi's swollen clit as she gasps and presses further into her girlfriend's touch. 'I... fuck... Zoey, please... I need you inside.' With a smile, Zoey withdraws to douse her hand in lube before spreading the older girl wide in the sheets. 'With pleasure, baby.' Zoey drives inside - gentle, yet firm - taking her time as Rumi clenches around her fingers. Zoey curls her fingers, and Rumi swears. 'Fuck... that feels... really different.' Zoey pauses, watching her with wide eyes. 'Should I stop?' Rumi shakes her head. 'No, don't stop. I just... I think I need more. Please.'

Her girlfriend adds a third finger, and then a fourth. Laying heavy, even strokes inside her lover; Rumi shuddering around her as she feels every millimeter of skin to skin contact reverberate throughout her system. Bucking her hips, she gasps. 'Zo... can you go any faster?' Zoey eagerly complies, driving into her lover as Rumi cries out beneath her. Eyes shuttered in pleasure as she takes in every sensation of the girl buried inside her. Riding the wave of feeling. Until... things dull just a little. A feeling almost like numbness beginning to spread from Zoey's wrist to cascade through her body at the point of contact. With a gasp, she grabs Zoey's wrist. 'Zo.'

Understanding, the younger girl slows to a stop. Gently extracting herself, tracing up Rumi's torso as she leans in for a kiss. With a tired laugh, the officer collapses in the sheets. 'Shit. Huh. I... thank you.' Flopping down beside her, Zoey nestles in with a grin. 'So. That feel okay?' Rumi nods, dazed, as she pulls Zoey into her side. 'I... ah... you're really good at that. Jeeze.' Her girlfriend reaches up to lay a kiss beneath her chin. 'I'm a'ite. I'm just glad you enjoyed it.' The purple haired girl lets her eyes close, sensations coming thick and heavy from the place between her thighs. The pleasure of connection. The exhilaration of exertion. But somehow... different, without the high of climax to knock out her senses and rip her feet from beneath her.

'Is... is that what it's like, for you? It feels good but then it just gets... too much?' Zoey lets out a tiny huff as she thinks. 'Mmm, kinda... yeah! I definitely like being touched. I love your tongue on me. But I just... I definitely can't go forever. So yeah, I guess so.' Nipping at Rumi's neck, she lets out a nervous giggle. 'But, it's still good. I really enjoy how hot we are together, and you and Mir are super good at listening to my body. And sometimes the sparks... they're there. But it just... dies, before it can take me. Does that make sense?'

Running back the sensation of Zoey's fingers pressed against her, Rumi nods. 'Yeah, it does. And... thank you.' Zoey quirks her brow, waiting for the older girl to continue. 'I, uh... I never thought I'd be able to share something like this with someone. That it would be... enough. And I never meant to insinuate that you weren't enough. You're perfect exactly the way you are, Zo, and sex with you is magic. I hope you know that.' Zoey happily nuzzles into her collarbone. 'Okay... good. That's good. Uh. Yay!'

Rumi snorts with amusement at her partner's sudden shyness, laying a firm kiss on the top of her head. 'So, if you like my tongue so much... do you want me to do anything for you?' Zoey quiets as she thinks. Before delivering a firm, decisive shake of her head. 'Actually, I think I'm okay. But, another time?' Rumi kisses her again. 'Of course. Shower?'

Zoey lets Rumi tug her in to the shower, gently plying her with kisses as they wash the day away. Rumi giggling as Zoey insists on lathering up her shampoo to give them both soapy hairstyles - Rumi with what Zoey insists are devil horns and the younger girl styling herself a mohawk 'like a shark.' Towel drying their hair Rumi finds them some oversized shirts to wear, Zoey eagerly grabbing a souvenir shirt from the TOUGH GUY CONTEST 2018 in a fit of giggles. They collapse onto the couch, Zoey pulling up a delivery app on her phone. 'Okay, birthday girl, I don't care that your body isn't playing ball, we both have to eat. Whaddya want?'

Rumi hums, wrapping her arms around the younger girl as they scroll through options on her phone. 'Mmmm, pizza? This place is really good.' Zoey clicks into an italian restaurant nearby. 'Woah... fancy! Looks good! We should get something for Mira, too. I guarantee she skipped dinner because I'm not around, sneaky.' Rumi's heart clenches in her chest, fighting to keep her features neutral as she considers. 'Ah... how's she been doing? Mira.' Zoey sighs. Quickly adding several different pizzas to the cart along with some deserts and punching in her payment details.

'Uh... not... great. Like, I'm still mad at her. It's still her own stupid fault. But if I had to describe it...' Zoey goes quiet as she finalizes their order. 'I'd say she's been suffering. Honestly, watching the two of you has been like looking in a funhouse mirror. It's been really scary to watch you fall apart the same way, but be helpless to do anything about it.' Something seizes in Rumi's chest. She looks up at the girl in her arms. For the first time in a while, really looks. Skillfully hidden beneath smooth makeup she can just barely make out a faint shadow beneath Zoey's eyes. The idol's eye suddenly twitches - the movement minute, but definitely there. Rumi runs a hand up her back to circle the muscles in the back of her neck. Wincing with what she finds.

Running a strong hand across Zoey's shoulders, Rumi begins to lay firm, smooth circles into the idol's back. 'Zoey.' The younger girl looks back, frightened. Giving a nervous swallow as Rumi traces the knots that cascade down her spine. With a tired sigh, Rumi stops. Letting out a resigned chuckle, before pulling the younger girl to her. 'God, Zo. I'm an idiot. How are you doing? Really doing?'

Zoey sighs. Falling into the embrace with an air of... exhaustion. ' 's okay. You need support right now, and I'm doing fine.' Rumi snorts. 'Nuh uh. I know I'm working on the healthy relationships thing but that's... not it. We're both allowed to go through hard things together, so Zoey... please.' The younger girl swallows. Leaning into the hold as she closes her eyes.

'I'm scared.'

A single tear escapes, rolling off her chin. 'I... I didn't understand why you vanished. Mira wouldn't speak about it. And even when I worked it out... I was terrified. Watching you both fall apart. Resisting help. I didn't know if it was the end, or if we could recover. Or... if you'd make me choose. Or if we lost you... if it would ever be the same. I just...' she gasps out a watery sigh. '...I'm just so relieved that you two are talking. That you're here with me. And I...' she chokes out a sob. '...I don't think I could handle losing you.'

Quietly, she falls apart. Letting her tears soak into Rumi's tee-shirt as she's held; Rumi stroking her hair. as she murmurs apologies and assurances in equal measure. The younger girl is exhausted. She's been carrying so much, for so long. Even before the rupture trying to balance the other two's unstable dynamic. A listening ear and voice of reason. The light in the darkness. Which begs the question - who was shining a light to guide her home?

Eventually her tears slow. Rumi brushing them away lightly, before nudging Zoey onto the cushions beside her and padding into the kitchen for a glass of water. Zoey eagerly accepts; taking tiny, thoughtful sips as Rumi wraps her into a shoulder and holds her in the night. She snuffles, Rumi reaching over to wipe Zoey's nose on her shirt with a grin.

Zoey wrinkles her nose. 'Eww. Gross.' Rumi has to laugh at that. 'Please. As though you didn't hang onto my sorry butt being much more nasty than that. Plus.' She lays a kiss on her head. 'You're my gross. Always. I'm sorry I was too wrapped up in myself to be there for you, but I'm here now. Just... keep talking to me, okay?' Zoey shoots her a tiny smile, before nestling more firmly into her shoulder. 'Love ya, Rums.' Rumi threads their fingers together and gives Zoey's hand a squeeze. 'Love you back.'

The door chimes just as Zoey's phone goes. Mira pushing into the doorway with a stack of pizza boxes up to her chin in a sweater and dark cap, shooting the pair a wry grin from over the massive stack of cardboard. 'You two feeding the whole city or something? Jinjja.' Zoey springs up to grab the boxes as Mira hauls in two mid-sized suitcases, chattering away happily as she spreads out their meal on the dining table and grabs some paper towels and glasses of water. Mira shoots Rumi a tiny smile as she wheels their gear into the bedroom, Rumi's heart skipping a beat in her chest as her cheeks heat in anticipation. Ducking back out into the living room, Mira approaches her tentatively. 'Hey, birthday girl. Can I steal a hug?'

Rumi launches herself at the taller woman. Pressing tightly into her chest, Mira meeting her in a tight squeeze as they hold each other in a solid, sure embrace. Glancing up, Rumi returns the smile. 'Did you know that Zoey's a hustler?' Mira groans. Shooting the younger girl an exasperated look as she happily shelves her many desserts in Rumi's fridge. 'Zo. Babe. Tell me you didn't. Not on her birthday.' Zoey grins back guiltily. 'Mianhae. I, uh, had ulterior motives.' Pulling away and grabbing Rumi's hand, Mira gently guides her over to the table. Pulling out her seat before joining her, gently resting her leg against the officer's as she offers her a slice of pizza. 'Uh huh. So... your date went well?' This is addressed at Rumi, who nods as she takes the proffered slice.

'Y-yeah. I think... despite everything, it was kind of the perfect birthday date. I had a really good time.' Zoey darts over to lay a kiss on her cheek before flopping into a nearby chair, immediately tearing off several slices to fill her own napkin with pizza sandwiches. The younger idol grins. 'Okay, yay! I'm sorry it wasn't the day we wanted to give you, but I'm glad we could salvage it.' Mira nods, quietly playing with her glass of water. 'Y-yeah. I'm glad you had a good night.'

Rumi grabs a slice of pizza and nudges it gently in Mira's direction. The taller girl shaking her head softly, looking apologetic in her glasses and a soft, grey hood. She shrugs. 'Maybe later.' Rumi shakes her head. 'Nope. Zoey told on you, and I need you to take better care of the woman I love. You're gonna eat at least two slices, and you're going to eat them now.' A delicate flush creeps across Mira's cheeks, and with a tiny smile she accepts the slice and takes a tentative bite. Zoey nods along happily. 'Hah! Even if you can refuse me there's no way you can escape two of us.' She winks at Rumi. 'Nice job, babe.'

The evening quietly unfolds. Predictably, Zoey had ordered far too much pizza, and so after a food safety lecture from Mira they somehow manage to tetris everything into Rumi's refrigerator. The three girls take one look at Mira and Zoey's suitcases and immediately opt to make that tomorrow's problem - Rumi lending everyone toothbrushes and makeup remover before they pile into bed. Thankfully Mira had rescued Junkook and stored him in her backpack - Zoey receives the beloved stuffed animal with a happy cry before she dives into bed. Bouncing on the mattress several times before happily spreading starfished across the sheets. The two older girls share a knowing, exasperated look; Rumi's cheeks heating as Mira flicks her a kind, wry smile. Leaning up on tiptoes, she tugs Mira in for a gentle kiss. The taller girl's eyes fluttering shut as she meets her soft lips with her own, the taste of Rumi's own toothpaste only slightly jarring. 

Rumi finds herself back in between her two partners. Both women holding her close in the darkness. Mira lays a soft kiss on the top of her head, drawing her in with a strong hand rested on her hip. 'Rumi?' She hums in response. Trying to let her body soften into some sense of normalcy. 'I love you. I'll never let you go, wake me if you need me. Okay?' Zoey shuffles in, pressing into her side with Junkook wrapped tightly in her arms. 'What she said. We love you millions, 'kay?' Exhausted, Rumi releases a breathy laugh. The day finally catching up with her. 'I love you guys too. And I will. Same to you, okay?'

Somehow, they all drift off to sleep. Their bodies secure in the safety of closeness, even with the restlessness of their minds. Tomorrow another day. The road ahead long and arduous. But - hopefully - one they would continue to travel together.

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To be continued...

Chapter Text

Rumi sighs. Flicking into her internet browser and then back out again. Everything feels… heavy. Limbs wound too tight; the dark circles under her eyes branded too deep. Wearily, she casts an eye over the closed bedroom door. Knowing that inside, Mira and Zoey are softly sleeping. 

Glancing at the clock above the TV, she winces when she sees the time. She told herself she’d be in bed an hour ago. And a half hour before that. And a half hour before that. It’s not that she doesn’t know she needs sleep. Or that she’s actively resisting joining the girls. It’s just… it feels like her body is holding her back. Every time she thinks of lying next to Mira in the darkness, something tenses and snaps inside. 

She groans. Looking longingly at the blankets tucked under her coffee table. Surely it wouldn’t matter if she slept on the sofa for just a few nights…

The door opens. Mira padding out with a soft smile, tentatively moving across the room to sit on the opposite end of the couch. ‘Hey.’ The taller girl pulls her legs up to her chest, tipping her head very slightly as she watches Rumi in the near-darkness.

‘You’re avoiding me.’ Something pricks at Rumi’s skin. Mira watching her quietly, eyes sharp in the dim room. The officer swallows. Curling her hands into fists as she digs into the hem of her sweater. ‘S-sorry.’ 

Mira shakes her head with a smile. ‘Ani. Rumi, it’s… it’s okay. I just wanted to know if I could help. You haven’t been to bed earlier than two all week, you’re exhausted.’ 

Rumi flinches. (Shit.) She was sure she'd been careful when slipping into bed - the soft breathing and heavy limbs of her companions giving the impression that they were both dead to the world every time she made to join them in the wee hours of the morning. Apparently, she was wrong. 

For a while, they sit. The clock ticking in the dark room, Rumi determinedly looking at her socks while Mira carefully waits it out. Then, Mira sighs. Leaning back on the sofa as she looks away. ‘I… it’s okay that you feel this way. I can’t even imagine what I put you through. I just… I want to make you feel safe again. Somehow. And I know that will take time.’ Mira blinks down at her. ‘If it will help you sleep, I can stay overnight at the tower. Zoey will still be here, so it’s okay.’ 

Rumi takes it in. Swallowing nervously as she dares to look across at the woman she loves. The girl who hurt her more than she thought was possible. She shakes her head. ‘Mir…’ the other girl’s eyes soften at the pet name, ‘I… please. Stay. It’s just hard.’ She presses her eyes shut, feeling tears gather despite her best efforts to push them down. 

‘I’m just scared about tomorrow. Every. Damn. Day. I know it’s going to be hard. I don’t want to wake up, because I don’t want to have to do this again. I don’t want to feel these feelings.’ Despite her closed eyes, a single tear escapes. ‘I’m… sorry.’ To her credit, the idol stays where she is. Nodding along as she watches quietly. Nudging a box of tissues across the coffee table that Rumi accepts, gratefully. 

Carefully, Mira reaches out a hand. Placing it so softly on Rumi’s leg. ‘Do you want to be held? Or do you want me to leave you alone?’ Mira looks away, eyes downcast. ‘It kills me to see you hurting like this. Even if I know it’s my fault.’ 

At the initial contact, Rumi visibly stiffens. Her shoulders rising as she holds her breath, eyes wide with panic. Mira stays. Quietly counting out the seconds in her head as painfully - slowly - almost imperceptibly, Rumi softens to her touch. Cautiously, she reaches out her hand. Laying it on top of Mira’s with a tiny smile. 

‘Please.’ 

Mira shuffles over, holding open her arms as Rumi falls into her chest - where she collapses. Taking tiny, frightened breaths as Mira rubs circles into her spine. The idol pacing gentle kisses on her head as Rumi tries and fails to contain herself; her breathing becoming quicker and more ragged with every moment that passes. 

‘Hey. Hey. 괜찮아. 괜찮아. Slow breaths, baby. I’ve got you.’ 

That does it. She bursts into tears - tiny, hiccuping sobs that echo in the small room as Mira holds her tight. Continuing to whisper reassurances in her ear as they rock in place. Shuddering, Rumi gasps out in reply. 

‘I… I just… how?  You promised. You promised you were going to stay and y-you left me. I… I c-can’t… I can’t pretend I’m fine.’ With a laugh, she looks up at Mira in despair. ‘Every morning when I wake up I wonder if I’ll see you again that night. I keep having panic attacks at work, Mir. I can’t… I can’t unsee it. It’s too much.’ 

Mira swallows. Meeting Rumi’s gaze as she tenderly take her hand, a tear of her own escaping to track down her face. ‘Y-yeah. I know I screwed up. I… it was the worst mistake I’ve ever made.’ Rumi presses back into her chest, quietly crying in her arms. 

‘I just… I can’t believe you did it. I thought you loved me. I thought you wanted me.’ Mira shakes her head frantically. Cupping Rumi’s chin as she brings her back to meet her gaze. 

‘Baby. Baby, no, nonononono. I never… it… the only reason I blocked you was I knew it was the only way I could follow through. I thought if I killed your career you’d hate me. And then you’d lose me and the job you loved both at once. I should have talked to you. I was wrong. I’m sorry. I will never be sorry enough.’ 

With a hiccup, Rumi grits her teeth. Squeezing her eyes shut as she begs the question. ‘Did you ever stop loving me?’ 

Now crying fully, Mira pushes in to steal a kiss. Rumi gasping into the contact as they continue to cry together. ‘Rumi, I never stopped thinking about you. I’ve never been so in love with another person, ever, in my whole life.’ 

With a wet chuckle, Rumi manages a grin. ‘Except Zoey?’ Mira has to laugh at that. ‘Of course. Except Zoey.’ She kisses her again. Tenderly wiping a tear with her thumb, even as Rumi continues to cry. 

‘Rumi, you’re everything to me. I don’t care if I never work another stage in my life, or if I spend every won on stupid fines. None of it is worth it if I can’t have you. This is it. I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you, and treasuring you, and reminding you that I will always come back. You’ve got me, forever, always.’ 

Rumi pauses. Rubbing at her eye tiredly, before reaching up to do the same to Mira. With a small giggle, she collapses into her chest. ‘What a mess.’ Looking up, she bites her lip. Nervous. ‘What happened at work today? You were… quiet… tonight. Quieter than usual.’

Mira sits ramrod straight in an expensive leather chair in a long, glass hallway. Bobby sitting next to her in a suit, looking nervous. The door at the end of the corridor opens, a young secretary stepping out. ‘Choi-nim, Jeong-nim. The board will see you now.’ With a resigned sigh, she stands, face carefully wiped clear of any emotion. Before they walk through the large, oak doors at the end of the hall to take their seats at the end of a stupidly large table. All the way at the other end sit five men in sharply-cut suits, looking deeply unhappy. To the side a young secretary types on a tablet, watching with interest over wire-framed glasses. A dangerous looking man in his forties has taken the head of the table. Resting his head on his hands, he sighs as he looks over at her blanky. 'Aish. Well. Do you know exactly what kind of a mess you've created for us, young lady?' 

Bobby stands, bowing low to the table as he gestures for Mira to do the same. 'Sajangnim. We are so very sorry for the inconvenience that has been caused by my idol's actions. We ask for your forgiveness, and leniency. Young people... will do stupid things in the name of love, will they not?' The man barks out a laugh. His colleagues quiet around him as he stands. 'Bobby. I have a lot of respect for your work, but this time there can be no forgiveness. The girl took our most successful product and threw it in the Han River to sink like a stone. Who will buy their music now? Will we have to refund the entire Honmoon tour? And...' he makes an ugly face. 'Huntr/x is - was - a family brand. What self respecting parent would let their child be exposed to someone who so openly admits to being... unnatural?' Mira's eyes snap up, and she opens her mouth. Bobby shoots her a stony glare and pushes her back down into her seat. 

'Sajangnim. With all due respect, I've been monitoring the numbers. Yes, a small sect of fans are upset, and we will receive requests for refunds. But I am confident that those tickets will be re-sold. The majority of the fan-base has come out in support - especially our core group in the United States.' Mira fights to keep her eyebrows from raising in surprise. (What?) Bobby continues. 'The world is changing, whether we want it to, or not. Such... unnatural desires may not become the norm, but they are certainly fashionable. Twenty years ago the concept of skinship was not even taboo - it was impossible. And now it makes us millions of dollars every quarter.' The chair sighs. Sitting back in his chair. 'That may be true, Bobby...ssi. However, It should have gone through us. She cannot go unpunished. And should the bottom line drop, we will sue. This seems to be like it was an entirely avoidable situation. Why should we bend to one little girl's whims just because she has made us a few won in the past? With no guarantee of performance in the future?' 

Bobby nods, returning to his seat. 'I agree. My suggestion is this: you fine her fifty percent of the required amount as an act of good faith. Your secretary should have received my business case for absorbing her... lifestyle... into part of our brand. We still have Zoey. And the small blessing in all of this is that the Kim heir is an attractive match. Visually, the pair of them reflect the aesthetic we've worked so hard to build for the brand. And the Kim girl is no small catch - should the family be amicable we can run marketing promo to put a spin on the glamorous lifestyle of two young, wealthy, talented women in love. There will no doubt be a large, public union - if we start planning now we can use this to garner further profits. Merchandise, live-streams, maybe a new single with a tasteful MV. There are options, sajangnim. We're in this mess whether we want to be or not, and I for one firmly believe we should make the best of it while the fans are still on our side. The longer we wait, the less power we have to control the narrative.' 

The chair sits back. Before he begins to laugh. 'Aish, Bobby-ssi, for someone with such a baby-face I forget what a shrewd little man you are. Aigo.' He flicks his wrist toward the pair at the foot of the table. Wait in the hall. We will... discuss... your proposal.' The door shuts softly behind them. Bobby releasing a tense sigh as he flops back into their original seats with his head in his hands. 'Aigo. Mira, I love you girls, but this is going to turn my hair grey before my time. It'll be a miracle if we get out of this unscathed.' Mira makes a face. 'Bobby I'm... I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.' The older man shoots her a tiny smile. 'Ani, it's okay. If I'd known we would go down this path no matter what I would have just approved that request weeks ago. There's no easy way for people like us, hey?' Mira nods. Falling back into her seat as the minutes drag by. More than an hour later, the door opens. The young assistant gesturing them back in. 

They bow before taking their seats. The board member to the left standing as he ducks his head to read off the ipad handed over by the secretary. 'Mira Choi. Due to breaches in contract SKS group has voted unanimously to apply a fine of W708,000,000 as outlined in your employment agreement. The board has additionally voted to place you on probation - your social media accounts are to be transferred into the control of your manager until such a time that this is lifted. A new contract has been prepared for an extended term, conditional on the completion of a new business case and this being accepted by the marketing and legal teams who represent SKS group. Essentially, you are required to be on your best behaviour at all times in public spaces. We are asking you to refrain from public appearances with the Kim girl that have not been pre-approved by marketing and legal. We have agreed to reach out to Sunlight Enterprises to arrange promotional materials of the two of you to present to the public as early as next week in interest of - as suggested by your manager - controlling the narrative. You are still expected to show up for all assigned shifts - for any which involve commentary that will inform the public these will now include mandatory media briefings in the half hour before. That is all. Are these terms acceptable to you?' 

Bobby shoots her a tight, tense nod. It's everything he could have hoped for. Mira bows her head. 'That should be fine, thank you. Regarding the contract, I will have to consult with my partner before I can sign anything. Is there a date I can expect this by, sajangnim?' The chair laughs. Clapping his hands mockingly as he eyes her across the table. 'Aigo! You're a ballsy one. You do know that you're one step from being fired and buried in enough legal costs to condemn you to the streets? Jinjja. You can expect it over the weekend. Signing is not optional, but we'll entertain your... notion of negotiating power.' She bows her head again 'Thank you.' 

Mira groans. Burying her face in Rumi's hair as she winces. 'Uh. I wanted to give you a night's sleep before bringing it up, but... not great. I'm thankful they gave me the week before coming in heavy with a meeting, but the long and short of it is that they're pissed. It's only that we're still holding number one spot since I came out that has kept me from getting fired and buried in lawsuits. It was... really shitty.' Rumi pulls back to cup her face. Forcing the taller girl to meet her eyes. 'Mir... are you okay?' She chuckles softly, meeting her love in a kiss. 'I... it sucks, but honestly? I still don't care. If you're here I can get through it. They're just going to have me on a leash for a while.' Rumi rolls her eyes, giving Mira a gentle shove. 'Not what I was asking. Try again. Please.' 

The fushia haired girl pulls her partner close to her. Staring off into the distance as she holds her tight. 'I... I'm stressed. Really stressed. So much of it feels out of my control. And while I'm not overly concerned about the money side of things, court cases are always stressful, and that's just... hanging over me. I'm worried about Zoey. She hasn't been doing well for a while, but she's been hiding it from me. And... I'm worried about you.' Her hands tighten on the girl in her arms. 'I know that we need time but... seeing you like this is killing me. Especially with your job. If you're not sleeping, and not eating... what if something happens? All I want to do is take both of you and run, and leave all this behind. But I... we can't.' 

Rumi nestles further into Mira's hold. Slotting her chin into the crook of her neck. 'Yeah. Me too. I'm so tired. Running sounds kind of perfect, actually.' Mira chuckles, her face wet with tears. 'Yeah.' Rumi unfurls to wipe away Mira's tears with a tiny smile. 'I... yeah. For what it's worth, thank you. It's been good having you here, even if it also hurts. And I... I see you. The way you've been taking care of all of us behind the scenes... it means a lot.' The idol laughs, low and warm. 'Hey, if I don't cook Zoey will only eat noodles and you won't eat at all. So.' Suddenly, Rumi yawns. Blinking tiredly as she curls further into Mira's chest. Placing a kiss on her head, Mira lovingly runs a hand through her hair. 'You feel like we can give the sleep thing another try? Maybe?' Rumi nods, eyes heavy as her body begins to relax. Taking Mira by the hand, they tiptoe back into the bedroom. Surprised to find Zoey sitting up, tiredly scrolling on her phone. She looks up with a tiny smile. 'Hey. You two okay?' Mira and Rumi press in from either side to frame her, Rumi pressing a kiss to her head and pulling her close as Mira gently pries her phone away to place it face-down on the nightstand. 

The older idol shakes her head. 'Shouldn't we be asking you that question? My little panda-bear.' She runs a gentle hand under Zoey's eye, the younger girl giving half a defeated chuckle. 'Ugh. I.... bad dream. And then I woke up and you weren't there, but I heard voices and thought I shouldn't interrupt. Sorry.' Mira groans, wrapping her girls in a tight embrace. 'Zo. Please, it's not interrupting. Come and get us next time, okay?' Rumi nods, lacing their fingers together for a gentle squeeze. 'Wanna talk about it?' Zoey stiffens. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she leans into her girlfriends. 'I... it...' she shudders. 'I dreamt that we fell apart. And even though it was crazy... it felt real. It still feels real.'

Zoey stands with the girls in a crush of fans near the Coex mall in central Gangnam. Mira holding out a protective hand as she keeps her back, while she and Rumi yell at each other. Levelling unfounded, cutting accusations at each other as the crowd watches in horror - phones out as they wordlessly consume the action taking place right before them. Rumi steps in, and Mira shoves her back with a scream. She falls down on the concrete pavers - hard. Smashing her head back as she lands awkwardly with her full weight. Standing, blood begins to gush from a cut above her eye. Bruises appearing across her body that weren't there a moment earlier. One of her arms totally consumed by a wicked looking burn. She glares at the two idols standing across from her. 'I'm not coming back.' With that, she vanishes.

Mira turns, pushing Zoey away as she seethes. Narrowing her eyes as she starts to speak to her in a low, acidic voice. 'Why didn't you stop this? You were supposed to keep us together. It isn't that hard... but you failed. And now... I have no one.' With that, she turns into the crowd. Zoey lunges, reaching for her desperately, but the fans block her path. Pressing in as an ocean of whispers begins to seep forward to drown her out. Not enough. Weak. Disorganised. Childish. Too much. A fake. A failure. With a scream, Zoey crumples, sobbing on the ground - eyes wide with panic as she claws at her skin. The bodies around her pressing in as they continue to record from thousands of phones. 

The girls hold her in the dark as she silently sobs into Rumi's shoulder. Resting their heads together, Mira runs soothing patterns into the younger girl's back. Eventually the crying slows, and then stops. With a shudder, she looks up at her partners. 'Rumi? Mir? Can we... can you stay home today? Please. I don't... I can't pretend. I need a break. Please.' The two older girls share a look, and then nod. Rumi sliding out of bed to grab her phone and call the station, Mira flicking a text to Bobby. Mira pulls Zoey back to her as Rumi speaks with someone in hushed tones from the next room. 'Hey, Zo?' The younger girl looks up. Eyes red rimmed as she waits anxiously for her partner to continue. Mira sighs. 'Thank you. For talking to us. For... asking for help. I know you haven't been okay for a while... I'm sorry I haven't done more. You don't have to carry this by yourself - we're in it together, okay?' Zoey just curls into the embrace, eyes softly fluttering shut as she releases a shaky exhale. 

Rumi returns, shooting the pair in the bed a small smile as she slides back into the sheets. 'Told them I have covid, which buys me a week. I'm all yours, okay?' Zoey shoots her a tiny smile, sighing as she relaxes into her girls. 'I... thank you. Maybe... maybe we can go somewhere tomorrow? Get out of the city - just the three of us?' Rumi and Mira both nod, lowering the younger girl back into the pillows between them. 'Sounds perfect. We love you Zo, okay? Never forget.' Rumi lays a kiss on her head, gently running a hand across Zoey's hip as they lie together. 'Yeah. We're always here for you, okay? You mean the world to us.' A smile flickers across the younger girl's face as she tries to settle in for the night. 'I... thanks. I love you guys too. It's just...' she swallows, nervous. 'Are we going to be okay?' Mira and Rumi watch each other silently in the dark. The taller girl holding her breath as she scans the officer for a sign. Before Rumi smiles, with a nod. 'Yeah. It won't be easy... but I'm in. You're stuck with me. Both of you.' The other two visibly soften. A genuine smile gracing Zoey's face in the darkness. 'Okay. I... yeah. I love you. Thank you.' Mira chuckles, laying a kiss on the younger girl's head. 'Wake us any time, okay? You're never any trouble, my love.'

Day breaks softly, light peeking out from beneath Rumi's curtains to softly illuminate the women tangled in her bed. Zoey blinks into wakefulness, finding Mira quietly watching her as she runs a gentle hand down her side. She breaks into a smile, leaning in to steal a kiss. 'Hey, baby. You feeling any better?' Rumi groans from where she lies behind the dark haired girl, arms wrapped around her middle as she presses her face into Zoey's shoulder. Zoey returns the smile, taking Mira's hand as she meets her gaze. 'Better... I think. It's taken away a lot of pressure to have a clear day for once.' Mira brushes their noses together, stealing another kiss before she pulls away. 'Yeah. I hear you. I'm going to shower and get breakfast started, do you want to try and wake Rumi and make a plan for what we're going to do?' Hearing her name, the firefighter buries her face more firmly into Zoey's back - making some supremely unhappy sounds as she cuddles in tighter to her girlfriend. Zoey laughs. It's so unusual to catch Rumi without a mask - especially in the morning. It's... nice, to see her being a little more human. More honest with them - and herself. 

Zoey spins around to face her partner, Rumi grumpily burying her face in her shoulder. She giggles, stroking her hair as the older girl is reluctantly tugged into a state of wakefulness. 'Hey unnie. You sleep okay?' Rumi blinks up at her tiredly. 'Okay, just not enough.' Zoey giggles at that. 'Yeah, we're matching.' Pointing to the dark circles beneath each of their eyes. Rumi sighs, leaning back into her partner as her eyes droop closed. 'Did I hear Mira say something about breakfast? Because I would kill for something to make me feel a little bit less like a zombie.' Zoey smiles at that. 'Uh huh. Okay, coffee hound. We also have to figure out what to do today. Something a little farther flung to protect Mira.' Zoey reaches for her phone, and pulls up mapping as they shift over, Rumi looking up with interest from where she lies in the crook of her shoulder. Making a thoughtful sound, Zoey zooms in on a heavily forested location just outside of the metro area. Clicking into a marker labeled as the trailhead for Bukhansanseong, they're met with pictures and videos of ice blue rivers and breathtaking sunsets reflected off striking, silver hills. She holds it up to Rumi with a smile. 'What about this?' 

Rumi laughs, now fully awake. 'Zoey! You don't even like hiking. And that one's supposed to be really hard.' The younger girl just shrugs, continuing to flick through the pictures. 'I mean, yeah... but you and Mir do. And it would tick all the boxes in terms of something far away, and private, that takes all day. Rumi lays a kiss on her head. 'You're sweet. But only if you're sure. We don't even have to hike, we could just take a picnic and find somewhere to relax. I know they have rest stops along the trail.' Zoey grins. 'Sounds great. Are you awake now? 'cuz Mir has probably finished with breakfast.' 

They pad into the kitchen just as Mira finishes laying down some side dishes next to two heaped bowls of rice opposite a bowl of colourful cereal and a side plate with nutella on toast. Zoey happily flops into her chair and shoves a chocolatey triangle into her mouth - whole. Mira hands Rumi a steaming mug of coffee with a kiss, the officer wiggling her toes happily as she gratefully accepts. A faint pink cropping over her cheeks, Mira simply shrugs as she steps away with a smile. 'Good morning. I love you.' Zoey shoots her a thumbs up from across the table as she crams the rest of her toast into her mouth. 'Oo oommen I wuvv ooo!' Rumi snorts with laughter, taking a happy sip of her drink as she watches the taller idol with soft eyes. She really has gone all out - even the kitchen returned to the immaculate cleanliness that has threatened to become the new normal since she moved in. Mira steps away to grab her own drink, when Rumi reaches out to snatch at her hand, placing her cup on the counter.

Bemusedly, she shakes her head. 'I'm an idiot. This... this doesn't have to be all on you, it never should have been.' Mira just watches. Still. Cautious. Rumi offers her a shy smile. 'I... I meant it when I said I was all in. Will you just be my girlfriend?' Mouth still full, Zoey emits a high-pitched squeal from the other side of the room. Clapping both hands to her cheeks as she watches with starry eyes. Mira freezes. Eyes wide, as she gives the world's tiniest nod. 'I... uh... y-yeah. You... don't need more time?' Rumi groans. 'Miraaaaa!'

She tugs her in, cupping her cheek tenderly with one hand as she looks into her eyes. 'I can't say you didn't hurt me. Or that we don't have a lot of work to do. But relationships... are work. Are commitment. And despite everything, I trust you're going to do that work, and we'll get through this. Even if it isn't easy. Yeah?' Choking back a sob, Mira leans her forehead into Rumi's with a smile. 'Yeah. Fuck. I... yeah.' Taking her face in both hands Rumi steps in for a long, slow kiss. Breaking apart as Zoey lobs a piece of cereal at them as she laughs. 'Hey! Your breakfast is getting cold, y'anno!' 

Rumi laughs, Mira rolling her eyes as they grab their drinks and join Zoey at the table. Rumi letting out a happy hum as she takes her first bite of egg over rice before reaching for some pickles. Zoey and Mira share a fond look over their girlfriend's enthusiasm for Mira's cooking. Zoey tips her head, suddenly serious. 'So... if we're all dating each other, does that mean that the three of us are together? Instead of being separate couples?' Rumi shares a raised eyebrow with Mira. Actually... yeah. That makes a lot of sense. Glancing shyly at the girls, she tips her head as a faint pink creeps over her cheeks. 'I... I'd like that. Mir?' The idol shoots her a sappy smile across the table, reaching to squeeze Zoey's hand. 'Yeah... girlfriends?' Zoey giggles as she yanks Mira in for a kiss on the cheek. 'Yeah! Girlfriends.'

An hour later, laced up in mostly borrowed items from Rumi's closet, the trio throw on caps and masks and head out into the city. Transferring onto the orange line at Seoul station, they spend an anxious twenty minutes pressed into a corner of the subway car before dipping above ground to grab a thirty four out of town. Blessedly securing seats as the green bus bumps and rolls around the corners at a stupid speed - the driver all too happy to slam on the brakes without warning as he dips through the mid-morning traffic. Arriving at the visitor centre, Rumi checks the conditions while Mira checks their rucksack - Zoey happily finding some benches to vault over before holding a perfect hand-stand - her cap quickly falling forgotten to the ground. Rumi laughs as the attendant points over her shoulder at her girlfriend, snapping a quick picture on her phone as Mira watches in the foreground with folded arms.

They make their way to the start of the trailhead; pocketing their disguises with not a single hiker in sight due to the cold weather. Rumi gasps as she looks up into the dense fall foliage - the lush evergreens interspersed with a rainbow scattering of dark reds and rich oranges. Zoey glances at the first flight of stairs and makes a face, Mira laughing before pulling them both in for a selfie. For the first half hour the climb stays mellow - Zoey leaping from side to side of the boulders lining either side of the track as she chatters happily and the other two follow with quiet amusement. The air is crisp and cool, but the three girls still shuck their outer layers before they've reached the first sign. Mira slings them each a bottle of water at their first break, which Zoey takes greedily. Looking up at the next flight of stairs - which are getting steadily steeper and closer together - she makes a face. 'Just so you know, you two are nuts.' Rumi giggles, Mira pulling her girlfriend into a loving headlock as she steals her water from her. 'Hey genius - this was your idea, you know.' Zoey just grins up at the taller girl, completely unabashed. 'Yeah, I know. No regrets... yet.' Mira snorts at that, before pulling her into a kiss. Zoey's eyes light up before she leaps to her feet, yelling out "fortitude!" before racing up the trail ahead. The two remaining girls crack up laughing, Rumi shooting Mira a wry grin. 'Exactly how far do you think she's going to get before she runs out of steam? Fifty metres?' Mira snorts. 'I give her thirty.'

It's actually just under twenty - Zoey lying dramatically in the middle of the trail as she gasps for air. Rumi chuckles, before dragging her to her feet. 'You're a wonder. Get on.' For a moment, it looks like the younger girl will protest... before she shakes that thought away and climbs onto Rumi's back. Mira breaks into a shit-eating grin, quickly snapping a photo of the pair as they continue up the mountain. 'Babe, you do know you still have work next week... right?' Rumi laughs, delighted. 'Exactly - a week off training? This is exactly what I need.' Following the signs for the peak, they head up some well-kept wooden stairs as Zoey gasps and points at the scenery. The other two breathing too hard to dignify her with a response.

Finally they reach a sign telling them there's only a kilometre to the top - Zoey dismounting as they climb onto a massive boulder nearby to survey the valley below. The natural beauty taking their breath away; a forest of scattered oranges and greens among the vast cliffs as far as the eye can see. Opting to continue to the top for lunch, Rumi shoulders Zoey and Mira their bag, and they continue. The path quickly changes to narrow, steep stone stairs. Mira makes a breathless comment about how great her ass is going to look tomorrow, and the other two laugh (or... Zoey laughs, Rumi just wheezes.) The sky remains overcast, but as they get closer to the top some of the mist from the morning inversion clears. The trio pausing on a narrow outlook to admire the scenery, eyes wide as they take in the sweeping outcrop of cliffs emerging above the dense forest far below in the valley.

Reaching a narrow pathway with a metal rope attached with hooks to haul themselves up, Mira puts a hand on Rumi's shoulder. Reluctantly, she lets Zoey dismount, the two older girls sending their more inexperienced junior first as they make the final incline to the top. Hauling themselves up the rocky face step by step - the mountain giving the appearance of massive, building-sized boulders stacked one on top of the other. To her credit, Zoey falls silent - gritting her teeth and completing the climb hand over hand. Rumi and Mira exchanging proud smiles as she pushes on ahead.

They reach the top and collapse. Their destination a wide, flat, rock like a table - or a stage - surrounded by wire fences and with the Korean flag flying proudly in the centre. Mira passes out more water, the other two accepting gratefully as they drink in silence. Before Zoey laughs, pointing at her shaking legs. 'Okay, so I know I said no regrets... but let's never do that again.' Rumi grins, shooting Mira a wink. 'Actually, I was thinking I could improve my time. Babe?' Mira shoots her a nod, sparkling eyes despite her obvious fatigue. 'Yeah, sounds good. Tomorrow?' Zoey collapses in a fit of giggles. 'You two really are nuts. Hey, did I pack snacks? I seem to remember that I packed snacks.'

She did indeed pack snacks. Rumi is honestly kind of horrified that Mira carried a pack that heavy the whole way without complaining. Using their jackets as make-shift seating, they pass out snacks and chatter easily among themselves as their energy returns. Reveling in the privacy despite being very clearly in public. Mira keeps shooting both of them tiny, pleased smiles when she thinks they're not looking - something Rumi privately thinks is wildly adorable. As the sun and wind wicks the sweat off their faces, Mira hauls them up for a victory selfie at the top. Taking some separate photos of just her and Zoey and her and Rumi to send to Bobby should he want them for social media. Sending them to their new chat, Rumi grins sappily at her phone. 'I love this one. We should put it on the fridge at home.' Mira and Zoey share a look. Before shuffling in right next to their girlfriend; wrapping their arms around her as they sit together and admire the view. Mira lays a gentle kiss on Rumi's head as she watches the beautiful woman curled into her side. 'Yeah. That sounds perfect.'

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