There’s a moment where she can breathe normally, without in breaths through her nose and she finds herself struggling to remember how to inhale and exhale as Seulgi collides with her gently, and then it’s all over. She’s drowning and Seulgi’s like the water, seeping into every crack and hole there was in Irene’s broken form with the taste of mouth-watering beer and mending each scar in her soul with just a simple kiss that was currently making her head spin faster than a summer carnival ride. She was so soft against her, lips like velvet or silk or downy as they caressed and sent her into a tantalizing heaven, filling her with the sense of being light as a feather. Seulgi’s left hand came up to tenderly the column of Irene’s throat and the older girl thought she would melt to the floor with the way her knees felt they were buckling so hard. And then, a rush of heat and lust that pushed them to the brink suddenly overcame them like a swelling tidal wave crashing down on the shore, and Irene was slamming Seulgi’s shoulders against the wall in a desperate attempt to get closer.

    Now it’s as if Seulgi is the air, and Irene is choking, and maybe it’s the same way for Seulgi, too - kissing her was the only way Irene could survive, the only way she could get her breath back - and both of them feverishly tugged at each others’ clothes and dragged their nails through mussed hair and over goose bump-prickled skin. Nothing mattered anymore, Wendy and Joy seemed like a galaxy away as they sat together on the wooden floor of the apartment staring open mouthed and wide eyed at them, and the world itself was becoming part of the background that was slowly fading away, and there was a sudden spark kindling wild fires in the two girls’ hearts that consumed them wholly. Later, it would occur to Irene that kissing Seulgi hadn’t been like any other kiss she’d had before, that there was something very real and very different behind the entirety of it all. There wasn’t any awkward giggles afterward or the lack of eye contact when they broke apart, there wasn’t any a time when Irene felt they were being too rough or too soft. Now that she thinks back, Irene finds herself thinking that it was probably one of the most perfect kisses she’s ever had. And maybe it was because of the feelings that had been boiling just below Irene’s