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Kim Hyoyeon, 89er, S/O, D/S, AU

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Miss Taxi

meixvn:

There it was, that sweet, dare she say it, spoiling nature that came out of Hyoyeon. Wasn’t that what she thought of Jinah too? Nevermind it. But Hyoyeon had a point; cuddling with someone, with Hyoyeon, was hardly something to get annoyed about. She liked the warmth and closeness, the simple embrace that meant worlds of intimacy at times. Her hand melded naturally with Hyoyeon’s and she found herself thinking over how soft Hyoyeon’s hand was and how she herself needed some lotion. “Well a vacation with your Chinese Goddess you will have. Although at this rate it might be your slumbering Chinese Goddess.”

Hyoyeon barely stifled a yawn at Mei’s tease, it’d been a long day before she’d flown to Japan to find her, but this was hardly the worst way to end a day. It’d been much less screaming and drama than she’d expected too, and she couldn’t say she didn’t appreciate that. “Guess I’ll have to watch over her so she doesn’t get any nightmares, right?” She whispered and didn’t think she’d be able to out off sleep much longer herself. She continued to stroke her fingers through Mei’s hair as she pondered what the other woman would look like blonde, or in shorter hair, and didn’t even notice her eyes shut as she fell asleep.

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Miss Taxi

meixvn:

"We seem to be much more similar than I originally thought…" No response was needed, only a quiet acknowledgment and digestion of Hyoyeon’s story. It reminded Mei far too much of Jinah, but she no longer needed to bite her tongue to prevent tears from falling; she merely blinked the unhappy emotions associated with her former mistress away and turned further into Hyoyeon, her arm sliding around her waist and her cheek resting upon the other’s chest. The hand stroking her hair brought forth purrs from Mei, quiet sounds that were barely audible: a sign of her relaxation and comfort levels with the blonde. She started mindlessly tracing lazy patterns on the front of Hyoyeon’s shirt and they lie there—Mei really had no words to offer. Sometimes words were unqualified to offer an explanation or comfort so she smiled a little instead. "Look at us, in Tokyo and all we can do is cuddle in the hotel room."

Hyoyeon wiggled closer to the other woman, her fingers delicately stroked through Mei’s long hair and she craned her head forward to place a kiss on the top of her head. “Is cuddling so bad? Anyway, I’ve got you all to myself for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll play tourist with you.” She put a hand on the hand that played with the hem of her shirt and slipped her fingers between Mei’s. “I could use a vacation with my Chinese Goddess, regardless of what actually prompted it.” She gave her hand a squeeze as she played softly with her hair.

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Miss Taxi

meixvn:

Ever so slowly Mei stopped clenching her fists, her fingers splaying out in slow stretching motions as her feet reflected the same reaction. She didn’t want to call it a spell, but spell it was that Hyoyeon kept casting as the warm hazy state returned, this time less fervent and more like smoldering coals. Despite not knowing quite how to express her gratitude, Mei truly felt grateful for the other coming all the way out to Japan to comfort her. No one ever followed Mei when she ran. Yoobin never followed, Jinah once told her she wouldn’t let her run, and Hyuna once said she would follow Mei if she left, yet none ever did. She didn’t hate them for not running after her: it was expensive and a hassle. So the fact that Hyoyeon had in fact accomplished something her ex-girlfriends and mommy never had was curiously heartwarming. Her thoughts then shifted to Hyoyeon herself and why the woman had in fact chased after Mei. Of course she understood the spoken reasons why, but Mei’s interest was why Hyoyeon chose those reasons. Such a topic certainly came with heavy armfuls of past experiences, but curiosity could do her no good as she began to question the woman gracing her with the massage. “Hyolijing-ah…….will you tell me a story? …..About yourself?”

Hyoyeon continued as she watched Mei relax against the bed, and thought the other woman’s defences had begun to crumble, or at the least, were softened. She looked down at the other woman and tried to read what she was thinking, and couldn’t help but be surprised by the request. “A story? Hmm…” She trailed off as she tried to think of something worth sharing, a few tales that might make her laugh sprang to mind, and more that would make Hyoyeon cry for sure, so she squirreled those back down deep. “OK, I’ll tell you about the last time I fell in love. She was American. I fell far faster and harder than she did, and though she went on about there being all these types of loves she never seemed to feel any of them for me. Except a love of teasing and the way I could touch her body. Certainly feels great to hear the person you’re in love with tell you how they’re joking with someone else about how they’ve made a game of who’s going to fall in love first. But then she left, disappeared after we went on a trip and she finally got what she wanted. I’m sure she’s happier where she is now. And that’s story time done.” She sighed and lay back on the bed next to the other woman and started to stroke her hair gently.