Femfeb - "Waiting"
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sparklightAand the prompt for day 10 is another Moonlight Garden fic (Yoosun/Dohwa this time), inspired by the most recently available (translated) chapters (83-86). It's more of a slight canon divergence than anything else and only spoilery if you haven't read most of it.
However! It also contains some implied questionable things and non-detailed dub-con.
She's been waiting so long, and now, now when she finally will get at least part of what she wants, Dohwa is...
"I t-think you should leave," Dohwa snaps, her brown eyes dark with fire while her body is bending towards Yoosun, and Dohwa is going to hurt herself with her anger. Because she knows. Because Hyewon must have told her, though when Hyewon realized Yoosun's been working with their aunt, she doesn't know. Right now it doesn't matter, except for how Yoosun would like to storm over to where Hyewon is confined and wring her slender, graceful neck.
If she hadn't told Dohwa, Dohwa would still not know anything (though she doesn't know everything, just yet, doesn't know it's Hyewon's aunt that had her parents killed), and Dohwa would be happy to see her. Happy to let her close, to let her help her and give her what she's been waiting for. What Hyewon took from her.
"Dohwa..."
"I need you to l---!" She chokes on the word, cuts herself off. Looks away with colour high on her cheeks and one hand pressed against her abdomen, unconsciously. She's glaring so furiously at the wall that if she had the power to, it'd start burning under her gaze.
And the thing is, Yoosun could leave. She could leave, and come back in a couple hours, or tomorrow even, and Dohwa would be desperate to have her there, no matter how angry she is at her. Because who else is going to help her? Who else would she be willing to let help her, when there's no way she can sneak out without assistance, and Hyewon can't come to her? She could leave... and she can also just sit here.
She will have what she wants, even if she cannot have all of it, at the moment. Sweeping her robe around herself a little more tightly, Yoosun stands up slowly.
"I can leave," she says slowly. Resists the urge to point out that Dohwa will need help either way. Dohwa knows, after all, and they can both feel it. The scent of peach blossoms in the air is heavy and enticing. They make it even harder for Yoosun to want to move her feet, at least in the direction she could go in to indulge Dohwa's anger and maybe herself, to go to Hyewon and actually strangle her. She flexes her hands, imagines Hyewon's neck under her fingers, pale skin reddening from lack of air---
Imagines kissing her, stealing even more of Hyewon's precious air.
Yoosun shoves that thought away with startled confusion, because why is she thinking of that, with Dohwa right in front of her? Dohwa, who's trembling slightly now, arching into her own touch and weighted forward on one foot towards Yoosun.
"Yes," Dohwa says, but her scowl turns into a flushed heat, and she shakes her head, "You should. I need... Unnie---" Dohwa slides forward, graceful despite her growing need, and the scent of peach blossoms nearly choke Yoosun at the same time as they light a fire in her belly. Dohwa's hands as she grips her robe, pulling her closer, are white knuckled, and there is anger still in her eyes. The first touch of her fingers against skin as she slips her hand inside the jeogori to brush over the top swell of Dohwa's breasts, however, brings a moan and a shudder out of her.
Dohwa folds to her, opening up like the flowers spreading down her shoulder will.
She can wait for the rest.
However! It also contains some implied questionable things and non-detailed dub-con.
She's been waiting so long, and now, now when she finally will get at least part of what she wants, Dohwa is...
"I t-think you should leave," Dohwa snaps, her brown eyes dark with fire while her body is bending towards Yoosun, and Dohwa is going to hurt herself with her anger. Because she knows. Because Hyewon must have told her, though when Hyewon realized Yoosun's been working with their aunt, she doesn't know. Right now it doesn't matter, except for how Yoosun would like to storm over to where Hyewon is confined and wring her slender, graceful neck.
If she hadn't told Dohwa, Dohwa would still not know anything (though she doesn't know everything, just yet, doesn't know it's Hyewon's aunt that had her parents killed), and Dohwa would be happy to see her. Happy to let her close, to let her help her and give her what she's been waiting for. What Hyewon took from her.
"Dohwa..."
"I need you to l---!" She chokes on the word, cuts herself off. Looks away with colour high on her cheeks and one hand pressed against her abdomen, unconsciously. She's glaring so furiously at the wall that if she had the power to, it'd start burning under her gaze.
And the thing is, Yoosun could leave. She could leave, and come back in a couple hours, or tomorrow even, and Dohwa would be desperate to have her there, no matter how angry she is at her. Because who else is going to help her? Who else would she be willing to let help her, when there's no way she can sneak out without assistance, and Hyewon can't come to her? She could leave... and she can also just sit here.
She will have what she wants, even if she cannot have all of it, at the moment. Sweeping her robe around herself a little more tightly, Yoosun stands up slowly.
"I can leave," she says slowly. Resists the urge to point out that Dohwa will need help either way. Dohwa knows, after all, and they can both feel it. The scent of peach blossoms in the air is heavy and enticing. They make it even harder for Yoosun to want to move her feet, at least in the direction she could go in to indulge Dohwa's anger and maybe herself, to go to Hyewon and actually strangle her. She flexes her hands, imagines Hyewon's neck under her fingers, pale skin reddening from lack of air---
Imagines kissing her, stealing even more of Hyewon's precious air.
Yoosun shoves that thought away with startled confusion, because why is she thinking of that, with Dohwa right in front of her? Dohwa, who's trembling slightly now, arching into her own touch and weighted forward on one foot towards Yoosun.
"Yes," Dohwa says, but her scowl turns into a flushed heat, and she shakes her head, "You should. I need... Unnie---" Dohwa slides forward, graceful despite her growing need, and the scent of peach blossoms nearly choke Yoosun at the same time as they light a fire in her belly. Dohwa's hands as she grips her robe, pulling her closer, are white knuckled, and there is anger still in her eyes. The first touch of her fingers against skin as she slips her hand inside the jeogori to brush over the top swell of Dohwa's breasts, however, brings a moan and a shudder out of her.
Dohwa folds to her, opening up like the flowers spreading down her shoulder will.
She can wait for the rest.
