In a split second, Moonbyul's blindfolds were off and a grin was plastered on her face. Standing across from her was her beautiful Kim Yongsun in one of the most amazing dresses (one of her favorite). To think that this was the same Yongsun cuddled up in her arms just last night, Moonbyul couldn't help but smile. It was cute, if you think about it, Yongsun was basically jealous of herself. She still couldn't believe that this was the same Yongsun, seeing her standing there, blindfolds on, the wind blowing her dress and her hair. Moonbyul just wanted to pull her in close and shower her face with kisses. But she couldn't, so she decided to mess around with Yongsun a bit. Maybe throw her off the rails like she usually does. 

"You know," She started, "The one dish I hate the most is tteokbokki." Moonbyul tried to surpress her grin and laughter when she saw Yongsun visibly shaken by her comment. 

"You what?!" Yongsun said, a bit harshly. To think that she almost considered THIS GUY her BEST FRIEND..... OUTRAGEOUS. "NO. FREAKIN. WAY. How does someone HATE tteokbokki. Like.... They can't be human. They just can't. This guy must be a monster. Like what kind of gaming nerd HATES - WHAT?!" Yongsun thought to herself (dramatically). She brought her hand up to her forehead and sighed, an action that almost made Moonbyul burst into laughter - except she couldn't because Yongsun wasn't supposed to know that she had her blindfolds off.

"..... Is there something wrong? You're awfully quiet....Do you.... Like tteokbokki?" Moonbyul asked innocently. 

"No- Not at all. There's nothing wrong. It's....OK. It's not like... My favorite food or anything," Yongsun replied, trying to contain her newly discovered dislike for her husband.

Moonbyul knew that tone and she knew Yongsun way too well. She knew that way of talking, the tone that meant that Yongsun wanted to smack you, or shake you and ask you, "What The Is Wrong With You?!" Yongsun was clearly not happy with her reply. She decided to push her a bit more. 

"I don't... Like chocolate either. Is that weird? Like the taste of chocolate just doesn't...." She let the sentence trail off and watched as Yongsun lifted her hand and rubbed her temple. Moonbyul tried to supress her smile which failed terribly. She had attacked two of Yongsun's favorite foods and sweets and if Yongsun really knew it was her, she'd be dead in an instant. 

"What DO you like then?" Yongsun asked, a bit harshly. Moonbyul smirked and channeled her inner greasiness before answering, "You."

She broke into laughter upon seeing Yongsun cringe, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Sorry, that was a bit greasy." 

* * *

"Manager-unnie, did you know that Yongsun's my wife for WGM?" Moonbyul asked when she was in the car alone with her manager, on her way back home. After they had filmed the meeting at the bridge, Moonbyul and Yongsun left (in separate cars). Yongsun was picked up by their other manager to go to her pole dancing class while Moonbyul was picked up by their manager-unnie to go home. 

".....Yeah, all the managers have known for quite a while," Manager-unnie smiled, "Did you decide whether or not you would give Yongsun clues yet? Or are you going to let her figure things out on her own?" 

Moonbyul thought about it for a bit, a part of her wanter to let Yongsun know it was her that was her "husband" but a part of her really wanted to see if Yongsun could figure it out on her own. "I kind of want to let Yongsun guess," Moonbyul grinned, though she knew that her Manager-Unnie knew exactly what was on her mind. 

"Yah, don't make it too hard for Yongsun. You know how she is when she can't figure out a puzzle after too long," the manager chuckled and Moonbyul joined in. They talked, they planned, and soon they arrived at Moonbyul's house. 

"By the way....." Manager-unnie said before driving off (as fast as possible away from the soon to be "angry" Moonbyul), "Wheein and Hwasa broke into your house. They saw the first episode that aired and demanded to come over.... SO THEY'RE INSIDE. HAVE FUN KIDS!"

"WHAT THE?!?!?!" Moonbyul exclaimed (to the car that was no longer in front of her) before slowly heading into the house. 

* *

"Mansaengggg!!!!!" Wheesa yelled as Moonbyul opened the door, she was met by their two evil smiles. "Sooo, how was filming today?" Wheein grinned, leaning on Moonbyul. What they didn't know was that Moonbyul knew what they think she didn't know that they knew. (:P) "It was... interesting...." Moonbyul eyed the two with an air of fake suspicion. The three went up into Moonbyul's gaming room and plopped down on the couch with a bunch of snacks in hand. Moonbyul from the far left of the couch turned and looked at the two suspiciously, "Y'all acting weird. You two know something, don't you?" 

Wheesa turned to look at each other before both turning to look at Moonbyul and saying (simultaneously), "Yes." 

Moonbyul rolled her eyes at their reaction, "Lemme guess, it's about Yongsun and I, isn't it?" To this, the two grabbed each other and gaped at Moonbyul, "You know???" 

Moonbyul grinned, "Yup, I found out this morning while filming." 

The three sat there talking, Moonbyul filling in the two young girls about what happened and Yongsun's reaction when she mentioned the tteokbokki and chocolate. She also told them when she figured out it was Yongsun and thanked Wheein's magical wind powers that helped her. 

* * 

Yongsun climbed out of the car, thanked the Manager-oppa, and walked towards the house. It had been a long day of practice and filming and she was physically and mentally exhausted. All she wanted was to go and knock out in her inviting bed. 

Unlocking the door, Yongsun took off her shoes and placed them on the shoe rack filled with shoes before walking up to the bedroom. In the bedroom, she tossed her bag on the dresser, put her hair into a messy bun, took out her favorite lounge pants, too-big-for-you (according to Moonbyul) t-shirt, put them on, and knocked out under the comfy, fluffy sheets. 

* * 

The three old ladies gossiped till they were tired and the two young girls decided that it was time they went home. Carrying the conversation downstairs, they talked about what Yongsun might be thinking and whether or not she had any ideas at all. Their conversation came to an abrupt halt when Hwasa noticed a strange pair of heels on the shoe rack. "...Yah.... Isn't that....?" She pointed. 

The two stared at Moonbyul with wide eyes, in which she returned to them, just as shocked. Wheesa nudged each other out the door after putting on their shoes quickly, bid their good nights to Moonbyul, and climbed into the car (Manager-Unnie came to pick them up) and left. 

Moonbyul retreated back into the house and into the kitchen. She thought for a bit before taking out a few pots and pans and started cooking. In all honesty, she was never really a cook, never really interested in learning - actually. Not until an uninvited but always welcomed guest kept on coming over. Moonbyul didn't mind eating out all the time when she was the only one eating, deep down she knew that her guest didn't mind either. But, a good host always made food and she really did want to make sure her guest was well fed with delicious home-cooked meals, so she started to learn. At first, it was a few simple dishes - Fried rice, omlette, tteokbokki, jjajangmyeon. Eventually, she started learning more dishes and cooking suddenly became her favorite past-time. 

Whenever free, she would throw together some ingredients and try to make different dishes, a lot of which turned out surprisingly well. The weather outside was cold so Moonbyul decided, tonight was a ramen kind of night. 

She had put together the broth and noodles was slicing the toppings when she heard shuffling upstairs. The shuffling was followed by the sound of a door closing and led towards the stairs. The pit-pat of feet on the stairs, walking downstairs put a little smile on Moonbyul's face and she continued preparing the ingredients. 

Arms wrapped around Moonbyul's waist and a warm face pressed into her back. "How was your nap baby?" Moonbyul looked down at the arms wrapped around her and smiled. She loved this girl with all her heart, in all honesty, Moonbyul could do this every day for the rest of her life. 

"Your bed was comfy so I slept really well," the girl mumbled, she peeked over Moonbyul's shoulder. "Whatchu making?" 

Moonbyul shuffled over to the sink to wash and dry her hands. She turned around and pulled her still half-asleep Yongsun into her arms. Yongsun was wearing her clothes, always choosing that one shirt that was a bit too big for her. She always thought about giving it to Yongsun since she liked it so much but Yongsun would always insist on leaving the shirt at Moonbyul's house so she could wear it "the next time she came over." 

Moonbyul poked Yongsun's squishy cheeks, "It's cold outside so I'm making ramen. Wanna wash up and then we'll eat?" 

Yongsun - eyes closed, slightly pouting - nodded cutely before letting go of Moonbyul and heading back upstairs. 

* *

As the eldest, Yongsun should have (and would have) complained whenever Moonbyul called her "baby", if it didn't make her feel so warm and tingly inside. She knew her feelings. She knew her feelings so well, she could spell it out upside-down, backwards, downside-up if she had to. Yongsun was still scared of how she felt though, especially when she didn't possibly know how the younger girl would react. To a certain extent, Yongsun knew that Moonbyul loved her as well, maybe not the same way she loved Moonbyul, but she knew that Moonbyul thought about her, always welcomed her with open arms, and placed her as a pretty big part in her life. 

Yongsun was happy. She really couldn't ask for more; and really with just that she felt like the luckiest girl in the world. 

She the water and climbed in as soon as it got warm. Yongsun bathed while thinking about today and her husband. The staff of WGM really did know how to play with someone's feelings. They chose a wife for Moonbyul, probably some really pretty, cute, talented, amazing girl, and a nerdy, tteokbokki and chocolate hating, life hating, not even human, gamer dude for Yongsun. She would never admit it but she was jealous. She was very jealous of Moonbyul's wife. 

She pictured her Moonbyul downstairs, cooking food, plating it nicely, putting it on the table, and some cute chick walks in and they have dinner together. She thought about Moonbyul and her wife cuddled up on the couch for a movie, her wife feeding her popcorn. Yongsun knew that Moonbyul loved her to an extent, but definitely not in the way that she would to her lucky wife. 

Yongsun must have been in the shower for quite a while, so distracted by her own thoughts she didn't hear the knocking or the gentle calls from outside the door. She only barely snapped out of it when gentle hands reached past her, turning off the water and strong arms wrapping a warm (Moonbyul had warmed up the towel for her in the dryer) towel around her, and guided her out of the shower. 

Moonbyul adoringly took another towel and started drying Yongsun's hair before explaining herself. "I finished cooking and I was waiting and realized you didn't take a towel into the shower so I took two from the closet and since it's cold outside, I warmed them up and brought them to you. I kept on knocking on the door and calling for you but you didn't respond so I came in just in case you were in trouble." Her hands worked the warm towel through Yongsun's hair before she paused for a bit, covered Yongsun's face with the towel, leaned in, and lightly placed a kiss on Yongsun's forehead. 

Moonbyul uncovered her face and smiled, "I'm going back downstairs. Get dressed and I'll see you down there baby." She turned around and closed the door (of course then running to the heater so she could make sure Yongsun was warm as she got dressed). 

Yongsun held on to the towels wrapped around her and stared at the door. How on earth did she get so lucky (and unlucky) for someone as amazing as Moonbyul? The world really was f**king with her hardcore. 

"I love you," Yongsun thought out loud. Luckily Moonbyul had already gone downstairs so it was only the empty room and her own ears that could hear her words. Quickly, Yongsun dried herself up, got dressed, and joined her love downstairs for dinner.