Orange disturbed the room. The sunlight insisted on penetrating through the cracks in the black curtain, as she could state after opening the misty eyes. Odd weight in her chest, a mixture of body parts, blankets and freshly dyed brown strands insisted on caughting her attention. Messy.

Jennie's right hand reached the top of her head. The usual confidence, however, was nowhere to be seen. No one can change a habit that quickly. It will never be instantaneous. No matter how time passed, the frequency of their encounters, the morning after will return with all embarrassment she could feel. As if she had not buried her face on the taller woman’s crotch the whole night, or the kiss marks on her neck and bust were not made by her partner.

It is not out of character, to dress the skin of a puritanical after experiencing becoming drenched in her friend’s . It often receives a laugh or two when noticed by Lisa, but there is nothing she, an ex for twenty years straight with a proper sense of shame, could do about it.

The older woman spent minutes scheming between extending the caresses and stopping her hand, eyes fixed in her partner, unsure of how to proceed. Losing grip of chronological time, she had no idea if that was morning or afternoon. Part of her, also, did not have plans for that weekend unless being lazy. Which left her to wait, anxiously, for Manoban to wake up.

Such an inelegant sleeper, the other was. Low snoring is disturbing her ears. Kim can only imagine how much of her drool flooded to the sheets, her sheets, the one she usually enjoys to lay down on, drowned in the habitual lemon softener. She must take it off the bed and put on the washing machine urgently.

The violator, however, wore a serene expression, as long as Jennie could see. It caused a half-smile on the pouting lips, tingling cheeks and a discomfort on her chest. The Thai, from the start, is one of the few who was able to take such an expression from her body. Stolen kisses in music rooms, even in the shorter one's sacred place, her own studio, became habitual in no time. Love songs, bubbly melodies started to pop inside the producer's mind since their first experience. As it was natural.

For someone who resorted to Korean literature when it comes to that particular feeling, she got something entirely different by experience. If, before, her creations often rotated between resigned and idealized acquired carnal, almost obsessive tones.

Lalisa, the new dance instructor and choreographer, hired exclusively for the new girl group the company is taking forever to debut, came almost a year ago. On a sunny day, while Jennie worked her off to deliver Treasure, YG's new boy group, their first full album. She got a piece of milk cake and the tasteless espresso of the building's cafeteria, in the process, being instantly attracted by well hydrated blonde strands, surrounded by a sea of female teenagers.

The crop top, black pants and boots were also fine.

She could see the girls from Babymonster, the ones she is constantly watching and analyzing every monthly evaluation. Young, promising kids, however, she only discovered who that woman was when Chiquita, the youngest of them, called her "mentor".

Oh, the new one from Thailand. It must be her. While she spent half of the last three months at the studio, sometimes information about a lovely addiction to their team appeared on the corners. The boys seemed to be exhilarated. Kim could not blame them.

The foreigner is the one who approached her first, explaining that she has not met her before. But again, Jennie has her own place and a very cool restroom, useful to avoid unnecessary interactions, such as the sunlight, with the vitamins she should be producing.

That unmeaningful first encounter, however, evolved to a formal greeting to "I got too many cupcakes, wanna share?" From both sides as soon as the older got a proper time to breathe.

The fact they have an appreciation for almonds is only a detail that came later, when Manoban, who still lived in a hotel in her sixth month in Korea, became her housemate. It started a huge production of cakes and pies, often shared at work, since the foreigner, stepdaughter of a Michelin chef, is pretty good at baking sweets.

The producer started to actually go home, to find that the place is still as organized as she left.

After a bunch of breakfasts, dinners, late drinks and snacks before, it became usual to spend time together.

Soon, Lisa decided to open herself about how her dating life was going and Kim shared the fact she never had one. Lalisa, interested in girls. Jennie, at the verge of declaring her feelings.

"Good morning." Low, raspy voice, alongside the ruff of the sheets the woman insisted on getting entangled every single night. Observed her whip the corners of and offer a smile, while supporting her body weight on the elbows.

"Hey. Good morning." That was the only thing she could say, hand hovering over her face, as soon as the shorter one realized how close she was from touching her face.

Without ceremony, Manoban's fingers guided hers to do exactly what she desired, cupping her cheeks.

Kim's brown eyes are aware of her lover's exposed bust, able to see the brown of a chest halo, adorned by a purple mark, caused by her lips.

Shallowing, appreciated the way Lalisa seemed to enjoy her touch, rubbing the skin on her fingers. She had not washed those hands at all, which was enough to renew the blush on her face.

Received a soft peck on the mouth, lips brushing against hers. There was a nitid smell of sweat emanating from both. Only expected. It did not care at all.

"Unnie, How are you?" The question came at such an inappropriate time, considering how the older one's attention is half on her eyes and half stuck to the fully , slightly tanned figure.

Forgetting the question, had her attention on Lisa's ribs and the way she could easily state the presence of a toned abdomen.

As playful as ever, Manoban began to spend all the time in the comfort of their home in sport bras, tiny shorts, or when not, baggy shirts. Kim's mind is often catapulted by those images, however, she never gets tired of it, desperate to trace every single part of her.

A laugh called her eyes. Her partner took, for the second time, her hand, opening the mouth and sticking the tongue to reach her middle finger, it to get a shiver as a reaction.

The only role that Jennie could fill, at that point, was of a spectator. She watched the other woman let her skin go in a pop, guiding her to the bust, maneuvering the wet finger to play with one of her s. Too was hard. Even before receiving a single touch.

Salivating while blinking uncontrollably, the producer did what she could to get a hold on herself, out of air when she decided to move further.

"You are all shy now, but I am getting wet just by remembering how good that fingers and mouth ed me last night." Came in a soft murmur, alongside the older's whimper by the way she started to rub herself on her fingers. "Feel?"

Kim's throat let out a loud moan. The same hand she penetrated intensely on that was, little by little, being engulfed. Not in the desperate, harsh way of last night. Lisa seemed to aim to perform tortuously and pleasantly slow, unlike her own impatience.

Her partner had a bright face. She could feel Manoban is determined to replace embarrassment with eagerness.

In the period of a year, Jennie turned out to acquire the mindset of a perpetrator. To admire the Thai's bubbly, spirituous smile from craving to make that mouth twist in pleasure. Her lack of social skills and common knowledge when it comes to interactions can do a good job ignoring that part, however, the dancer is pretty good at trespassing such obstacles.

A surprised, loud groan came out of her beloved's mouth, as soon as she decided to change the frequency by releasing the hand from her control.