they got married. of course they did. they did so a long time ago, in secret. not even wheein and hyejin knew. 

they took the decision to elope one day, in a small island away from the world. 

to byul’s surprise, it was all yong’s idea. 

their friends found out eventually and got upset at the idea of not having been invited to the reception. not that there even was one. they threw a small party at a local and small bar the next day. 

they had their ups and downs since then, but everything worked out in the end. they lived together, except when byul decided to sleep a day or two at her place to appease rumors. yong didn’t know if said place existed at all, but what she did know was that those nights were her most restless ones without byul’s arms around her. not that she would ever admit it.        

the bags under her eyes would give her away sometimes. 

“you missed me.” byul would tease, looking up at her wife as she rested her head on yong’s thighs, both watching tv in comfortable silence. 

“shut up.” 

that tiny smile would always betray her and allow byul to poke her cheeks. 

as the years passed, they started feeling as if something was missing. something they couldn't quite put their finger on just yet. it bothered them, they knew, but they never brought it up. 

byul’s nephew was born then. that night, tteokbokki take-out in hand just as yong was setting the table up, she threw the front door open and almost tripped with her own feet and she rushed inside. 

“byul-ah, what-

“let’s have a baby.”

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there were so many questions. how? when? who will carry the baby? we can’t both get pregnant at the same time, byul-ah, we’ll die.

despite all the times yong tried putting things into perspective and get the idea out of byul’s head, she could not deny that the idea warmed her heart and made her feel funny inside. 

they approached the subject with seriousness disguised as humour during their free time. 

“who’ll get pregnant?” 

“rock, paper, scissors.” 

“we are having a comeback soon.” 

“we can take a break afterwards.” 

“a nine months long break would be a bit too obvious.” 

“obvious like our wedding?” 

“our ceo would never allow it.” 

“we own our ceo at this point, yong.” 

“we don’t have space in this apartment.” 

“we can move to a new one.”

“it will be quite expensive.” 

“you just bought a balenciaga handbag.” 

“well, i-

“yong, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

they held hands reassuringly and fell asleep on the couch. the following morning, waking up with her head tucked under byul’s chin, her chest rising and falling softly, a tear fell down yong’s cheek. she snuggled against byul’s side with a sigh, a smile on her face. 

“yes.” she whispered and went back to sleep.