Byulyi is her name.

She's definitely younger.

Her hair is certainly a dark blue.

And she told Yongsun, "I'm not a good person."

Little did she know, Yongsun have lost her mind already and she doesn't seem to even care if all Byulyi is doing makes Yongsun like her more because Yongsun swears, she felt that weird feeling again and they're not even touching each other's skin. Although there wasn't much talk after Yongsun finished giving Byulyi a glass of water, much to Yongsun's relief. Byulyi was quick to trap her there between her and the sink, then leaned down to capture her lips, she felt lightheaded and groaned at the smell of smoke and reek of alcohol attacking her nostrils. She smelled it the moment Byulyi walked into her place but it was faint, and now that they're this close, Yongsun felt like she was going to throw up.

But she didn't because Byulyi taste sweet even with the mix of all bitterness.

"You shouldn't have let me in." Yongsun managed to mutter a short 'shut up' as they crash their lips again in a more forceful attempt. She was lifted by her thighs to sit on her kitchen counter. Yongsun in her right mind, no matter how needy and she is, will never agree to let her ual partner make a mess out of her on her kitchen counter.

But this is Byulyi and the thought of doing it right there and then arouses Yongsun more. So, so, much more until she submits to Byulyi and begs for her to do her hard until she can't even remember her own name.

Byulyi scoffs, "Such a dirty ."

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Yongsun should feel disgusted, offended, and hurt when Byulyi calls her with anything but her name. She hates being called with those names because she never considered herself one, she hates it when it's too rough because it hurts, she hates any kinds of violent involved in