WARNING: This will be slighttttly scandalous but not really but kind of. Have fun~

It definitely wasn't the first time Moonbyul and Yongsun showered together. They've swam together at hotels, have showered together during past travel trips. This time it was different though. With the small mark on Moonbyul's neck, slowly turning darker, she couldn't help but feel slightly hot and bothered. Yongsun wasn't helping with the way she was washing her body. Hands running over her curves, water in her hair, hands running through her hair. Moonbyul couldn't help but stare; and when Yongsun's hands were in Moonbyul's hair, washing out the soap (cause she was too busy staring to do it herself), she couldn't help but notice the VERY SMALL distance between them. 

Yongsun's mind was running wild. Never had she imagined that she had the nerves to do what she just did, marking Moonbyul's as hers. Jealousy was a dangerous creature, dangerous and yet the way Moonbyul was staring at her in the shower made her not regret a bit of it. 

Tonight was the night that Yongsun would have to "hand over" her Moonbyul to some pretty girl out there. After their dinners, each of them would return to their new houses and start living there for a while. This meant that she wouldn't be able to come home to Moonbyul on her couch with open arms and Moonbyul wouldn't come home to Yongsun in Moonbyul's tshirt, making food in the kitchen. She was not ready. Yongsun pulled Moonbyul close into a hug. 

It was then that Moonbyul knew something was up, not that she didn't have a feeling before, but Yongsun was acting a lot weirder than usual. She wrapped her arms around Yongsun, definitely noticing the lack-of distance between their bodies. "What's wrong baby?" She mumbled into Yongsun's ear.

"I'm going to miss you," Yongsun said, the partial truth. She hid her face in Moonbyul's neck. 

"I'll come around and bother you and your hubby. How 'bout that? Would that make you feel better?" Moonbyul grinned, she lightly pinched Yongsun's , causing the older girl to lightly smack her in the arm. 

"Maybe." Yongsun mumbled, she still wasn't settled with the idea of marrying some random dude and the thought of Moonbyul sleeping in the same bed with some other girl still bothered her, but at least if Moonbyul came by to visit her, she'd feel better. 

* * * 

The restaurant was dimly lit with lights on the walls and candles at each table. On this peticular night, the entire restaurant was empty with cameras set up at almost every corner of the room. A lady in perfectly crisp black slacks, black vest and jacket, and a white button up sat nervously at the table in the corner. Her hair was brushed and styled neatly, her tie was tucked in cleanly, her shoes so clean that even in that dimly lit room, you could see the shine on them. Across from her sat a beautiful lady dressed in a white dress that clung nicely to her. Her hair was curled and swept to one side of her head and she had tall white heels on. The beauty in the white dress had her blindfold on as well as earplugs on, the other did not. 

From the way they were sitting, it would seem as if one lady didn't like the other at all. Rather, she wouldn't want to have anything to do with the other. 

After their shower, Byul and Yongsun lazed around the house, finished more episodes of Love 020, played a few computer games, and lazed around even more together until they were called and told to get ready for the date. Moonbyul was slightly excited for this dinner and Yongsun could see it in the way she got ready. This definitely made Yongsun more upset than she should have been. Maybe she was being dramatic, it didn't matter. It still hurt (and annoyed her) her to see Byul so excited to go to dinner with some stupid pretty girl. As far as she was concern, Yongsun just knew that she wanted to get this dinner over with, which was why - there she was, sitting extremely cross across from her "husband".

The one in the slacks broke the silence, "How was your morning?" 

"It was good."

"Did you do anything interesting?" 

"No. Just work, then lazed around." 

"Oh I see, that's-" The lady in slacks was cut off by the waitress who came in with a drink menu and offered the ladies drinks. 

"Can I please have the Raspberry Cosmopolitan," Moonbyul said after the waitress read off the list on the menu. 

"I'd like the Long Island Iced Tea please." 

Moonbyul's eyes were wide open when she heard Yongsun order one of the heavier drinks on the menu. "Long Island Iced Tea, huh? Sounds a bit heavy doesn't it?" She spoke up. It was a well know, like WELL KNOWN fact amongst all of Mamamoo and Moomoos that Solar was a lightweight. With just a few shots of liquor, her face would be beet red and she'd be dizzy. Long Island Iced Tea, made of 5 different types of liquor might be a bit more than Solar could take. 

"It's fine."

"Miss, are you sure-" Moonbyul pushed, the fact that Yongsun was ordering such a heavy drink slightly worried her. 

"I'll be fine, thank you very much." Moonbyul and the waitress shared a look, you could clearly hear the annoyance seeping from Solar's tone. It was rare for Yongsun to act like this and Moonbyul was now highly concerned. They did have an image to keep, afterall. 

"I-if you'll excuse me, I'll be back with your drinks shortly," The waitress hurried off towards the bar. 

As soon as she left, Moonbyul stood up and grabbed onto Yongsun's arm. "Get your hands off me," Solar snarled, trying to push Moonbyul's hand off. 

"Just follow me until we're out of camera range," Moonbyul said calmly, pulling the now infuriated girl towards the halls.

She pulled Yongsun and stood her against the wall, "Is everything alright?" 

"Yes. You pulled me all the way over here, just to ask me if I was alright? Of course I'm alright." Yongsun huffed, this stupid dude was just wasting her time. She was so done with tonight, done with the idea of Moonbyul probably forgetting about her and sitting and laughing and enjoying herself with some girl, done with her stupid husband, she just wanted to go home - her own home - and knock the out. 

She pulled her arm away from Moonbyul's grip, "I don't want to sound rude, but I have no interest in you and I don't intend on us being anything more than an on screen couple." At this point, Yongsun was feeling too irrational to care. 

She tensed when she felt a hand on her wrist, lifting it up, and a voice whisper. The voice moderator made Moonbyul's whisper hard for Yongsun to hear but with the hall so quiet, she caught it. 

"That's not what it seemed like when you left this on me earlier, baby," Moonbyul said, her warm breath leaving a trace, making the hair on the back of Yongsun's neck stand up. She ran Yongsun's fingers over the choker on her neck that covered the hickey from earlier in the day, the same choker that Yongsun put on her just an hour before the dinner. 

"No way," Yongsun pulled her hand away quickly and held it against her chest, "No ing way." 

"Yes ing way, baby," Moonbyul hooked her thumbs under the blindfolds and slowly lifted them.