Byulyi and Wheein spend their time together in very, very close proximity, almost as if they are recharging and feeding off each other’s body heat.

Wheein grasps for Byulyi’s hands when they are alone together, seeks the kind of warmth that only Byulyi can provide, revels in it while she still can before they are pulled away by the sharp, unforgiving gaze of the public, of a twisted industry.

She allows herself to fall back into the older girl’s arms, lets Byulyi coddle over her and bless her with kisses and sweet whispers that soothe her heart of her anger, of her frustration that the love they have is something she can only keep confined within the four walls of their apartment.

Wheein smiles as she cuddles with Byulyi, looks up to plant a soft kiss on the rapper’s chin and dapples more on the underside of her jaw, a dimpled smile appearing on her face as Byulyi squirms and kisses her temple.

It’s enough for now.