“Here,” Soojung whispers, fully aware of the goosebumps creeping up Sulli’s clothed arms as her breath fans the older girls’ neck, “let me help you with that.” A slender pair of arms reached around Sulli and pale fingers melded with hers, one around the ceramic mug, the other around the metallic material of the spoon. Soojung slowed and steadied Sulli’s shaking fingers, stopping the way Sulli sent the liquid sloshing over the sides of the cup. “You’ve got to stir it slowly, you see?” Soojung moves to Sulli’s right side and Sulli turns to watch Soojung’s lips as they move. “You’ve got to be gentle, right?” For a split second, Sulli’s eyes flicker from those perfectly curved lips of Soojung’s and to her chocolate eyes, and Sulli starts wanting, no, dying for a taste of them. 

Sulli can feel the well of hunger springing up inside of her, the waves of desire crashing against her. A smirk crosses Soojung’s mouth when she sees the spark of lust catching in Sulli’s darkening eyes: Sulli wants her. But she knows that now is not the time, she knows that Sulli is not ready for her yet, that she will have to prove her love to the taller girl. And so, even if it pains her to be away, even if she can’t allow the monster of her heart to be unleashed just yet, she steps back. She waits. She is patient, but only for her love, only for Sulli. “Come on,” Soojung says gently, lovingly gripping Sulli’s arm, tugging her towards the dining room, “your mom’s waiting.”