"How is it," Yongsun begins, rubbing her hair with a towel, "that we come here every year...to a pool...and you never even get in the water?" She wraps the towel around her shoulders like a cape. "At the pool?"

Byuli is wearing a swimsuit, but she has shorts and a T-shirt on over them and grins from the neighbouring lounge chair. "I just like seeing you wet, I guess. And you have cute suits." Yongsun pouts, folding her arms over herself and holding the towel tighter. Her girlfriend laughs and holds up her phone, snapping a photo before Yongsun can protest. "You're adorable and hot. I don't get how one person can be so adorable and hot at the same time!"

Yongsun stares at the far end of the pool and sighs dramatically, eyebrows raised. "One of your life's greatest mysteries."

The blonde sits up and leans over the short distance between them, replying softly, "One I'll gladly dedicate myself to researching and studying." She kisses Yongsun's cheek and takes another photo, a closeup of Yongsun's right eye and little mole under her eyebrow.

"Okay, now look over here. Great. Wonderful. Perfect." Byuli squats at the end of the lounge chair and levels her phone while Yongsun poses. For as much as she complains, she always has a look ready to show the camera. It probably comes from publicity training as a singer and entertainer, but Byuli's known her long enough to know a canned pose from an honest one. "Love it. Love... it.."

Yongsun laughs as Byuli gets exceedingly closer, cell phone snapping photos. "You're going to fill your phone!"

"It'll match my heart," she says, sitting beside Yongsun, "filled with you, then." She tucks her phone into her pocket. Luckily, all of her photos automatically upload onto a cloud service, so she can clear her phone later but still have all of the images.

Yongsun makes a face and pushes Byuli away with a rude hand on her rude face. "What in the world?!" Goosebumps rise along her arms; Byuli removes her hand but doesn't let it go. "You are so gross! How can you be that gross?" And how can such sleaze work on her? Her heart beats so strongly she wonders if her girlfriend can see it under the strap of her swim top.

Byuli laughs and kisses the backs of her girlfriend's hand. "I dunno. I just can't help it."

"Answer me this, then." The one sure way to shut down the grease factory known as Moon Byuli is to flirt right back. "How is it such a short woman—"

"I'm taller than you!"

"—can have such long legs," her fingers run up Byuli's thighs, catching the hem of her shorts, "a long torso," she draws a manicured nail under Byuli's ribs, "long fingers," they lace their fingers together, and Yongsun lifts her left hand to pull Byuli's braid over her shoulder, marvelling, "long hair...?" Her eyes look over Byuli's face. There's no blush of embarrassment, just a warm look that always seems to be there. She leans close, their eyelashes catching in soft butterfly kisses. "Long eyelashes, even." She's leaning in for a kiss on the lips when Byuli captures her other hand and ruins the moment.

"And my heart."

Yongsun tilts her head curiously. Her heart? A long heart sounds more like a medical concern than an aesthetic asset.

"Longing for you."

"OH MY GOD." She throws her head back and laughs, shoulders tucked to her neck as goosebumps raise along her arms. "That's so greasy!"

Byuli wraps her arms around her squirming girlfriend and tucks her chin onto Yongun's shoulder. "I am the French fries to your Happy Meal."

Yongsun swallows between fits of giggles, finally wiping the tears from her eyes. "You complete me?" A simple kiss to her neck has her laughing into her hands, hitting Byuli's back, and blushing a ferocious pink.

"Exactly."