Byulyi and Hyejin’s relationship is a creation forged within the fiery confines of Hephaestus’s forge, smelted with burning passion and bone-melting heat.

There is always this tension, this pulling strain between the two of them, like it’s a competition as to who can stay away from each other the longest, and who will give in to their desires first (it’s still a tie).

It’s always deep-mouthed kisses and wandering hands, nips on the collarbone and heavy, gulping breaths between them, a lust-fueled desire to touch, to pour out their love in permanent skin-sizzling marks on each other’s bodies.

Byulyi steps closer to Hyejin, breathes in Hyejin’s scent and lets the shorter girl pull her closer, feels her hands cradling her jaw lovingly as Hyejin leans in and presses another kiss to .

They both know their limits and when they hear voices getting closer and closer, Hyejin pushes her away slowly, a sigh trailing out of her. Byulyi whines, steps closer again and Hyejin laughs softly before kissing her again and linking her arm with Byulyi’s pressing close against her side.