It felt like the whole room had been frozen, a chill spread over Moonbyul as she heard her wife agree to marry a male idol for the sake of tv, for the sake of publicity and for the sake of disproving concerns over her true uality. She could feel the colour rise in her cheeks and chose to try and busy herself with politeness until the two visitors left, it was only once the door closed and she leant her back against it with a sigh on her lips, that she felt Yongsun's fingers caress her cheek out of concern. "Are you ok honey?, tell me what's bothering you.", Moonbyul felt hot breath tickle her ear as the words were whispered into it, she gathered all her might to fake a smile and reassure Yongsun that she was ok and nothing was wrong but her heart still felt heavy and she couldn't get the thought of a random guy all over her wife. Hyejin grabbed Wheein's hand and led her to the bedroom, so that they were left alone and had time to think, as the bedroom door clicked closed, Moonbyul leant into Yongsun's embrace and sighed. It was a few minutes until they moved as one to the sofa and sat cuddling under a discarded blanket, both feeling oddly tired but staying awake enough to watch a movie.

"Come on Wheeinie, let's leave them alone.", were the unspoken words passed from Hyejin's lips, she conveyed them through her eyes and the way she tugged softly at her girlfriend's hand as she walked to the bedroom. She felt sorry for Moonbyul because she couldn't imagine how it would feel if her Wheein was on tv kissing and being romantic with someone else, let alone a guy. As the door clicked behind her, she crossed the room to pull Wheein into her arms and kiss her lips deeply, her words were quick and breathy as she felt Wheein get caught up in the kiss, breaking it only once to beg, "Promise you won't ever do something like that to me?". Her words were a little anxious and in reply, Wheein gripped Hyejin around the waist and passionately kissed her until they were stumbling and fell onto the bed together in a tangle of arms and legs. Both hearts were competing with the ferocity of the other and as nervous fingers fumbled with bra straps, and shirt buttons and that frustrating zip on Wheein's skirt, they breathed heavily into the haphazard and constant mashing of lips. Their first time wasn't perfect or quiet, but it was something they were both going to remember and wore the grin of as they lay panting side by side on top of the bedsheets, sweat pressing the cold linen beneath their s and backsides alike.

Yongsun opened her eyes with a start and winced as she felt Moonbyul stir on top of her, they hadn't meant to fall asleep but the movie had ended and her own eyes had felt like lead weights as soon as she heard the steady breathing of her sleeping wife,  it wasn't uncomfortable to have her laying on top, a hand on Yongsun's and a warm cheek pressed against the chest space beside it, it was just that she needed to pee. Very gently, she lifted a barely sleeping Moonbyul into her arms like a small child and carried her slowly into the bedroom, where she carefully laid her on the bed and covered her with the blanket, creeping out of the bedroom and pulling the door closed behind her, it was her turn to stand with her back to the door for a second and inwardly curse. What have I done?, why didn't I see how hurt she would be by this?. Moon Yongsun, you idiot!.