In Good Taste [Part Thirteen] [FINAL]
Title: In Good Taste [Part Thirteen] [FINAL]
Pairing(s): YulTi
Rating/Genre: R; Coming Out, Girl-Meets-Girl
Disclaimer: I don’t own Soshi. I don’t own anyone, in fact. All Fiction.
Warning(s): There’s no epilogue, but this part is epilogue-adjacent, lol.
Author’s Notes: An early post! Yay, Friday! Two perspectives in this chappie cus I’m trying trying out some new things. Wow, I’m finished with another ongoing. :000 I LOVE Y’ALL SO MUCH AHLJSAFDF. Thanks for sticking with me. :’) And show some love, if you find the time~~
Tiffany & Yuri
Tiffany
--
A couple weeks later, Moving Day finally arrived.
Tiffany Hwang directed the movers to Yuri’s furniture (designated by mini Post-its), gravely relieved to call this her last sojourn into Taekwoon territory. The drama-watching date with Yuri planted some amazing memories, but the sweet feelings stopped there and only there. Besides, the fold out couch where they first made love had just been hoisted out. Nothing left to reminisce about here.
“Yul, you stealin’ any of these pots and pans?” Sooyoung called from the kitchenette. The metal clangs of her careless hunting rattled the room. “For my doctorly advice, I’ll be charging you in home-cooked meals. Or baked goods. I’m flexible.”
Yuri handed off a taped-up box to a mover, thanking him graciously. “Cooking? Never heard of it.”
Tiffany appraised Yuri’s hair pinned up in a bowed headband (compliments of THY’s overstock) and shorts flush with legs for days. Instead of any playful groping, she took inventory of the emptying corner. Her girlfriend hadn’t owned much, in the scheme her straight years. Possessions don’t equal happiness, surely, yet it came off…sort of sad. No wonder Yuri argued against things she obviously wanted.
Sooyoung, who’d resorted to snooping, aired out a blazer draped on the bathroom doorknob. “Is this Taek’s or Han’s?” A strange, primal instinct brought the cotton article to her nose. “Smells like Han.”
“He’s Han’s apprentice, so who knows?”
“Are we sure you’re not the only gay couple in this story?”
They broke into giggles. Tiffany answered, “It’d make them more sympathetic, amidst the hypocrisy.”
“Amidst the hypocrisy,” Sooyoung parroted. “Fany, give the ‘Word-A-Day’ apps a breather, will ya?”
“All’s in the truck,” the eldest of the moving guys barked from the door, slapping the jam twice. “On to the last location?”
That last location being Sooyoung and Yuri’s cute three-bedroom apartment. Tiffany’s chosen broker, a colleague from uni, performed miracles to accommodate the space they (and Tetris) needed to dwell comfortably. After all, it’d be a waste-living the way they had for so long-to sardine themselves into a cramped studio, destined to end up at each other’s throats. They’d already cleared necessities from Han’s condo and Sooyoung’s parents’ house, leaving the remainder of this sweaty Saturday to unpack.
“Here’s a token of appreciation to you and your crew,” Sooyoung offered three beers from Taekwoon’s fridge. When Tiffany and Yuri raised a brow at her, she emphasized, “I’m not afraid of Taek. Jesus.”
The man bowed thanks, juggling the cold drinks in one arm. “We’ll be off now.”
“Is there room for me? In case you need some extra directions?”
“Oh, err...” He bashfully stroked his dark facial hair. “Sure, c’mon.”
“Meet you girls there,” Sooyoung announced, switching to a conspiring whisper. “Mr. Mover’s a snack, am I right?”
Yuri batted her friend away, grimacing. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“You’re gay, not tasteless!”
“He has a nice jawline,” Tiffany appeased. She motioned to her own upper lip. “Plus, his goatee isn’t unkempt and patchy. Cute.”
Sooyoung pointed in agreement, clutching a fourth beer for herself. “And this is why you’ll be President in ten years.”
Once she pranced out, Tiffany roped her arms around Yuri from behind, aligning them snugly. She enjoyed their mild height difference, mumbling onto her shoulder, “How are you?”
“Better than I’d thought.”
“You were staring into space. Saying goodbye?”
“Mmm, no. I said goodbye when it stopped feeling like home.”
“Let me buy you and Sooyoung dinner.”
“Normally, I’d fight that, but…” She coiled into Tiffany, murmuring pleasure at the kisses to her neck. “This moving fee, rent, deposit, and my brand-new bed’s wiped out my bank account. I’d love for you to treat us.”
“I know just the thing,” she purred as if she weren’t talking about food. “A vegan restaurant near your new apartment features a divine summer squash soup. It’ll bring tears to your eyes.”
“Feed me anything if it means you’ll keep kissing me.”
With two gentle fingers, Tiffany caressed the seam of skin above Yuri’s waistband. “You’ve earned the full girlfriend experience.”
“Give it to me.”
Alas, the door swishing open interrupted them. They separated in an ungraceful flail, though even Taekwoon-who’d frozen in the entryway-wasn’t ignorant enough to miss the flush on their faces.
“Uhhh,” he started. Keys dangling in his hand. “I assumed you’d left.”
He must’ve taken a jog to kill time, judging by his matching athletic gear and sneakers. Yuri spoke up with, “Sorry, we were about to leave.”
“I’m not kicking you out.”
Protective and emphatically tied to the anxiety etched on Yuri’s face, Tiffany hooked a finger into the woman’s back pocket. Inching her close, to safety. “Told you we’d see each other again.”
Taekwoon struggled to smirk. He blinked rapidly. “This is weird.”
“Yeah, we should go.”
“First…” He impeded their dash to the exit. Eyes remorseful, skin ashen. “Could Yul and I chat for a second?”
A second didn’t threaten Tiffany. She moved to get the door, but Yuri slipped an arm around Tiffany’s waist, drawing in her slimness. “I’d like Fany to stay.”
“Really?”
“If it seems obnoxious, I don’t care.”
Assertive, don’t-give-a-damn Kwon Yuri. Yum. Tiffany sharply faced Taekwoon, feeling taller than his 6-ft stature.
“I’m not the enemy.” When neither woman budged, he sighed palpable defeat. He flicked fingers into his slick, trimmed hair. “Han and I examined this whole…situation. He told me about, uh, seeing you two kiss. And after the shock wore off, realized how,” Taekwoon deepened his voice to imitate Han. “in your skin you looked. This is new for all of us.”
“I think…I think I’ve always had this skin,” Yuri replied. A sureness glinted in her eye.
“And I believe you, Yul.”
Well, that was progress. Tiffany allowed a slow smile to touch her lips. “Good for you.”
Taekwoon had difficulty merely glancing at Tiffany. To Yul, he muttered, “Other than some bills you haven’t forwarded, nothing connects us anymore.”
Yuri bounced a shoulder. “Be patient with love. It’ll come.”
“I’ll never forgive the cheating.” He straightened his throat. “But, I hope the very best for, um, you and…you and Tiffany.”
“Thank you, Taek.”
As awkward as anything else for the past five minutes, he initiated a bumbling group hug, tucking them to his damp, hard chest. Gross-possibly inappropriate-but, sincere. If he’d stop associating with douches, he may have a chance to grow. “Tiffany, please take good care of my Yul.”
He recognized his slip-up the moment it left his mouth and Yuri corrected him anyways. “Not yours.”
“Sorry.”
“Also-” Tiffany raised a finger, tremendously serious. “Yul takes care of me as much as I do for her. That’s how we are. Mutually beneficial. Remember that for the next woman you date.”
“Oh. Okay.” Taekwoon watched after them leaving, mouth hanging ajar. “Is this really the end?”
“Yep,” Yuri confirmed. Arm bound to her love. “Have a nice life, Taek.”
“You, too, Yul.”
…
Days past Moving Day and the Most Awkward Group Hug Ever, Tiffany found herself in Yuri’s very own bedroom. On a mattress she’d helped pick out. Encircled in paper cutouts-coupons. This was a world unfamiliar, but endearingly Yuri. She recognized a certain piece in a clipped stack and said, “Your discount on the blender you want’s going to expire soon.”
Yuri plucked it away, pouting. “So does the deal on a new dog bed for Tetris. Fuck my timing.”
“I could buy the blender as a housewarming gift.”
“Housewarming gift number two?”
Okay, Tiffany caved. Against Yuri’s demands, she awarded their new home with a humongous aquarium. Had she gone overboard?! Sure, but Sooyoung and Tiffany gabbed frequently now-whether at work or over drinks. And, once, Sooyoung spilled on Yuri’s adorable aquatic desire. Literal minutes after their conversation, Tiffany drove to a local pet store and, well, bought the fish section. A tank full of tropical fish took residence in Sooyoung and Yuri’s common room, emitting a peaceful blue glow.
“Think of it more like your girlfriend buttering you up.” Tiffany coyly bumped their knees together. Smiling, comforted by Kwon Yuri’s easygoing nature: lounging around, toasting nonalcoholic drinks, coupon clipping, and marathoning a drama from her laptop. “You’ve reverted to eating Froot Loops, haven’t you?”
The other woman paled. “What?”
“Don’t you ‘what’ me. I’ve seen those boxes hiding under the kitchen sink.”
“Soo put those there…”
“Does she also feed you that colorful junk?”
“It fits our budget?” she tried, knowing that excuse was BS as well. Tiffany would bend over backwards to keep her healthy. “Or, um, they taste good?”
Tiffany pressed an unhurried kiss her to cheek. “Indulge. Sometimes.”
“We have different definitions of ‘indulge.’” Yuri crossed her outstretched legs, shoving magazines to and fro. “I’ve been thinking about gayness lately.”
“Do tell.”
“I’d wondered if coming out, you know, would change me. If I’d start dressing dramatically different-”
“That’s not completely off,” Tiffany asserted.
“I guess a small part of me feared I’d stop being myself? ‘Cause I seemed a little too boring to be a lesbian. Especially taking your friends into account.”
“Don’t conflate ‘interesting’ with ‘insane.’” She tossed her scissors to the floor. “You’re so stingy in crediting yourself. Quite frankly, I consider you alluring and funny and so damn cringey when you and Soo get into character.” Tiffany slipped a hand over Yuri’s knee. “I fell for you for countless reasons. Just take your pick.”
“Being tempted to cheat kind of encouraged my fear. When I thought I was straight, other men never crossed my mind.”
“You lacked the passion to care.”
“Passion,” Yuri mumbled, blushing subtly. As if she’d never articulated the word. She drew her lips in, restraining a grin. “I guess I have changed, huh?”
“Yes, but not only for your sexuality. Hon, our community’s cluttered with insecure, bitter, passionless, pitiful people, too. We’re human like anyone else.”
“That’s why I owe my self-improvement to you.”
Tiffany twisted strands from her own face, brushing heated skin in the motion. “You owe it to you.”
“Had a wizard programmer gave me a program to design my ideal woman, I couldn’t have conjured you up. You’re impossible.”
“I, um…” She wet her throat with a quick sip of water. “I’m pleased to have nudged your journey along. I’ll say that much.”
Yuri leaned in for a short peck. Her hair carried a lush, dizzying aroma that lured in Tiffany’s fingers, nails drifting on her scalp. “I’ll let you pay for that dumb blender, but please tell me if I’m ever asking for too much.”
“You’re not the demons I’ve dated. Nor my homophobic family.” She sealed their lips into a longer kiss. “You’re not the lies told by your ex.”
Tiffany’s hands continued to play as their kissing deepened into something wonderful and distracting. She sighed as Yuri introduced her tongue first, loving her proactive side. Loving how she’d lost the tentative edge to her close contact. And loving how Yuri had solid mind to shut her blabbering laptop, rising to her hands and knees, taking rare dominance.
Giving no fucks about the ads and papers strewn around, Tiffany eagerly tumbled backward. Wanting nothing more than to celebrate just being them.
“I’m going to unbutton your shirt. Is that cool?”
Okay, fine. The woman wasn’t 100% confident, but whatever. “Only if you’ll know what to do once it’s off.”
Then, Yuri giggled.
And Tiffany couldn’t have adored this visual more: Yuri clad in a tight blouse and shorts, covering her laugh with a hand, dark eyes twinkling joy and sensuality. Splendidly in her element. She kissed Yuri’s smile. And Yuri’s forehead. And Yuri’s neck. All reminders that they were on a bed, the only people home.
While Yuri fumbled through unfastening buttons, Tiffany teased the ribboned tie of Yuri’s shorts. It required a lot of patience to not flip them, rush their clothing off, and grind them into a loud orgasm.
Damn, her own thoughts turned her on. Hence, she angled Yuri’s ear against her lips and expressed said thoughts.
“Oh, god,” Yuri moaned.
“Should I do that?”
“Yes,” she hissed, simultaneously halting Tiffany, “after I make you come.”
The same person who spent clumsy minutes divesting the shirt unzipped Tiffany’s pants with magnificent speed. Deliciously impatient, she jammed her hand in, fingertips sliding pointedly onto her center. Flicking, circling, driving her as insane as she called her friends.
Tiffany memorized the scene (Yuri’s gorgeously focused face and the movement of her hand within her jeans), bent her head back, and rode along. Hips canting to a determined rhythm, kneading her own breasts through her bra. She didn’t even have to remind her girlfriend to go inside.
She gave full volume to this, to Yuri for being attuned to her body. Simply because she could. Because they were open and fearlessly in love.
And because it hit all the right spots.
Once Tiffany hit her peak, dizzy from the high, she tugged Yuri down. Lazily wrapping them into a wet mess of tongues and teeth. Exploring, whispering, undulating. Not pestered about technique or impressing each other.
In general, she wished for Yuri to meet that goal one day-not to be careless, but to care less.
At the same time, finally having a trustworthy girlfriend would lessen Tiffany’s phobia of being used. Her emotional availability paid off.
She felt herself grow damper, entertaining the thought of giving her all to Yuri without repercussion.
“It’s funny,” Yuri murmured. Tracing Tiffany’s lips with a pointer, also tracing her intimately with the hand still trapped in silk. “I used to clip coupons when sex depressed me. Now, since I love sex, it’s sorta switched.”
Tiffany shivered as two fingers rested onto her opening, sensitive for more. “We just do it on top of your coupons. Problem solved.”
“You jest, but…yeah. I do feel solved in a way. Thank you.”
“If you hadn’t taken the initiative of returning to the gay club, we wouldn’t have happened. Thank yourself.”
“Only when you own up to single-handedly turning my life around.”
“Ugh, you brat,” she kissed Yuri’s finger. “Has my brood of THY lesbians brought out your contentious side?”
“Contentious,” Yuri mimicked-much like Sooyoung did. “I love your extensive vocabulary. It’s sexy.”
“Reading will do that, hon.”
“Say another big word.”
Tiffany began to squabble, though the single digit slipped into her warmth reeled out a breathy, “Sesquipedalian.”
Yuri’s breath hitched at her responsiveness. “And what the fuck does that mean?”
“L-long win-” She let out a high-pitched mewl as another finger pumped in. “Long-winded. Ah, polysyllabic.”
“That’s another big word. Can you even spell it?”
Tiffany rocked her hips for a deeper connection, delighting in their banter. “Polysyllabic or s-sesquipedalian?”
Yuri grinned, brow slightly sheened. “The second one.”
Their conversation delayed a tad. Specifically, the delay for Tiffany to bury her face into the crook of Yuri’s neck and curse through an orgasm more intense than the last. Their heavy breathing melded with the crackles of dented paper. Tiffany sat up, crazed in want. To think a woman so in-tune with her body lived years as straight staggered the mind. She shooed Yuri’s hand out and peeled her bra and those tight jeans off, commanding, “Get naked, Yul.”
Without cattiness, Yuri stripped down to nothing. She lingered in a surprisingly confident display as she glided off her panties, matching eyes fully.
Tiffany usually shook her head in erotic wonder every time she saw this body in all its glory and this time was no different. Besides a possessive kiss to sexily swollen lips, she heeded no detours to the space between Yuri’s thighs. She licked once, then, twice. And husked out, “Still wondering if I can spell?”
Yuri whined, nodding with her eyes closed in bliss.
“I’ll spell that word, over and over, until you learn it.”
“How?”
Tiffany smirked. Yuri knew how. Looks like someone else developed a taste for dirty talk.
“I’ll spell out all those ‘big’ words with my tongue.”
Seconds later, she immersed her lips, tongue, and face into a lesson plan more succulent than anything Yuri could’ve asked.
This gateway lesbian found her forever. And she was determined to show her what she’d been missing out on.
Yuri
--
Yuri realized that Tiffany’s (and, actually her) crew grasped at any excuse to go out. Did a two-and-a-half weekaversary of Sooyoung and Yuri moving constitute drinking their weight in fruity cocktails until 4am? Maybe. Regardless, she’d gained an affinity for Hyoyeon’s open-mindedness and Yoona’s no-nonsense behavior and Sinbi’s lack of tact and Seohyun’s hunger for punchy debate. Throwing Sooyoung into the mix eased her transition from ‘Tiffany’s plus-one’ to a true member of their tribe. Which was solidified by instances of Hyoyeon inviting only Yuri to events around the city, just to hang out. Or Sinbi texting her random gossip unprompted.
She’d earned a second family. Price of admission? Accepting herself.
Hours later, at 8am, Sooyoung and Yuri prowled the streets, hand-in-friendly-hand. A visual that cracked them up, considering how the Kwon family suspected them of being lovers.
“Months ago,” Sooyoung slurped from an ice coffee, staving off sleep deprivation and an eventual hangover, “the notion of having an unforgettable night with no men would’ve been laughable to me.”
Yuri sipped her takeout cup of green tea. “And now?”
“I’m Uhauled with a lesbian. Did I use that right?”
Tea dripped down Yuri’s chin in a drunken snort. “Hell if I know.”
Sooyoung’s mood instantly shifted, making her slur out, “Yul, did I drop the ball as a friend?”
“Hm? How?”
“By not providing, like, an avenue to live out your true sexuality. I held you back.”
“No, I-” Yuri mentally sorted her words, glad for the morning breeze to sober her some. “I think everything happens when it’s supposed to happen. Taek once mentioned ‘wasting time,’ but I don’t believe that.” She stumbled a bit. “Fany rescued me on the right night, at the right club, for the right purpose.”
“And that Pink Halter bitch?”
“I could’ve lived without that.” She eyed their clumsy steps, Sooyoung’s high heels. “My choices weren’t always the smartest. They were mine and mine alone, though. Sorry you had to suffer for that.”
Sooyoung waved off the apology. Her shoulder flexed fatigue, dangling her leather purse. “I shouldn’t have cheated on Han. I’m solo, he’s solo. Han Solo.”
Yuri could’ve choked laughing. “You’re drunk.”
“Starting over sucks ass.”
“What’s done is done. We’ll survive.”
That conclusion hung in the warming air. Heavy and finite alike.
Neither of them was scheduled to work today. So, they wandered. No car, no responsibilities. Just them and their friendship.
“How’s retail life at Craftie’s?”
THY hired Sooyoung fulltime and while Yuri could focus more on her tasks with less sassy distractions, it took some of the workplace glimmer away, too. “Sowon’s a puppy. The day after you left, she propositioned me for lunch and post-shift dinner. Now, I ride the bus with her to hear her daily school troubles.”
“Ha. Gay.”
“How’s THY?”
“Clientele’s way less frequent, which is a bonus. Yet, holy shit, when a customer’s perturbed, they have tantrums and I gotta talk to them down like children. Dramatic fuckers.” The woman shook her head of an obviously vexing memory. “Our team’s awesome and tight-knit, though. Heads up-your lady’s needs a vacation. Save up.”
Yuri frowned. “Did she say so?”
“Hell no. She’s a workaholic through-and-through. That’s probably why she orders out so frequently-to step away from the stress. Then, there’s you…”
“What about me?”
“You’re an elixir to her troubles. Whenever she’s especially bogged down, I’ll casually mention one of your many embarrassing moments to cheer her up. Works like a charm.”
“I should ask for examples.” Yuri’s smile twisted, reflecting the patterns of butterflies within. “She’s willing to have dinner with my parents next month. Can you believe it?”
“I can. She’s gaga for you.”
“It’s mutual.”
“This goes without saying…” Sooyoung searched Yuri’s eyes. Meaningfully, bereft of any incoming jests or gibes. “Blood family is a ginormously sore area for Fany. I’d been elected to, uh, deliver her father’s separation payments. She says he calls and messages like nothing’s happened and she ignores him.”
A simmering anger overtook Yuri. Any fucking parent would thank this and every other universe for a daughter even marginally as awesome as Tiffany. She’d never understand homophobes. “What an asshole.”
“You’re tellin’ me. Ultimatums are no joke.”
“Fany won’t actually change her name. She said it more to scare him.”
“Wouldn’t blame her either way.”
Sooyoung protected Tiffany, too. Damn, how’d she luck out this well? “Thanks for not giving up on me, Dr. Choi.”
“You’re too loyal a patient to let down.”
“Do you, um, do you and Han talk at all?”
“Nope. I’m cut off. He and Taek are polar opposites in the letting go department.”
“I’m trying not to say sorry.”
She swung their hands. “I commend your efforts.”
Yuri shook at her tea, rattling melting ice. “How are we still awake?”
“No fucking clue. I’m gonna sleep until tomorrow.”
“Uh, no you’re not. You swore you’d buy that giant-ass bed for Tetris this afternoon. I’m sick of him hopping on the couch.” Yuri aimed her straw at her offended best friend. “You swore.”
“When does the damn coupon expire?”
“Today! Fany texted me a reminder.”
“Fuck meeee, ugh. I’m gonna blend Fruity Pebbles into a smoothie for Fany, watch her moan through every tasty sip, and then, I’ll be like, ‘Surprise, heifer!’ and ruin her life. Don’t snitch on me or our friendship is over.”
“Why’d you tell me?! Now I’m an accomplice.”
“Do you value our friendship or not?”
They bickered louder than socially acceptable-incessantly, from the bus ride to their shared home. Comfortable to be in this place. Not solely in the physical sense. This place in their friendship, this transitional point in both their lives.
Fortunately, they didn’t have to figure it all out today-but, they had each other to brave any storms along the way.
…
Yuri could get used to waking up with Tiffany Hwang in her bed. Truthfully, she would get used to it.
With roughly two months of new apartment under her belt, Yuri’s relationship didn’t stifle her fresh sense of independence. She’s become her own person, with ambition and strengths. And her profession-while none too glamorous-was stable, interesting, and uniquely hers.
They’d meet with Yuri’s mother and father this evening. The anxiety of that attached to her early internal clock had her stirring at 7 o’clock in the morning.
Her shift yesterday had been killer. 8am to closing with only an hour’s break in between. Yuri’s shoulders ached from relocating an entire display from one end of Craftie’s to another. Then, an aggravating recall mess-up left three binders of jargon on her lap and…she flickered her lashes closed again, routinely kissing Tiffany where she’d grown accustomed-right on her temple. Her amazing girlfriend needed all the comforting she could stand, despite Yuri’s parents being the least scary adults on earth. She’d find out, just wait.
Yuri drifted off again, until the distinct barking of a bull terrier snapped Tiffany upright-hair askew, grumbling adorably.
“Our rooster,” Yuri muttered into her pillow, stretching leisurely.
“Are you on Tetris duty today?”
“Kinda.”
“Where’s Soo this Sunday morning? Yoong and Sinbi are holding down the fort today.”
“She slept over at Hyo’s.”
All hints of sleep drained from Tiffany’s face. “What?!”
“Kidding. She stayed at Seohyun’s last night. Seo’s teaching her some meditation techniques.”
Tiffany rolled her eyes, teeth showing in a true smile. “I hate you.”
“Well, that’s inconvenient ‘cause we’re involved.”
“Can’t have it all.”
“I feel like I do.”
Their conversation stalled. Amicably, sweetly. Pauses like these were pockets of solace. Where drama and character flaws were far-off concepts. Where they recognized their biggest wins: each other.
Since their initial non-date, Tiffany sparked a valuable flexibility into Yuri’s spirit. Into her tastes. In food, in style, in self-esteem, in passion. Her bland, tasteless life blossomed. Teeming with flavor and anticipation for what came next.
Dreamily, Tiffany swept her long hair over a shoulder, lipping what gave Yuri goosebumps: I love you.
I love you, too, Yuri mouthed in return.
And they smiled broadly. Because, why not?
When Tetris burst into a new string of staccato barks, they shuffled out of bed unannoyed. With ‘meeting the parents’ at the top of their priorities, a dog desperate to rummage and pee couldn’t ruin the moment.
After cleaning up and brushing their teeth (Tiffany kept her own toothbrush in their bathroom, not that Yuri noticed or anything…), they threw on whatever was lying around the room to walk Tetris to the park.
“You know,” Tiffany breathed, slinking Yuri’s arm through her own, “this is actually the most lesbian thing we’ve ever done.”
Yuri laughed as she released some slack from Tetris’ retractable leash. “More than the sex?”
“Arm-in-arm at a park, walking your roommate’s quirkily named dog? Catastrophically more lesbian than going down on me last night.” She grinned at Yuri’s expected blush. “Gay looks good on you.”
“You mean I look good in your yoga pants right now?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“What’s on our schedule until tonight?” Yuri stopped at the fourth tree Tetris found worthy of his wizz. “Brunch? A movie in bed?”
“You’re on your own, Yul. After this, you’re walking me to my car and I’m off to my manicurist and hairdresser. Then, Yoona’s dropping by my apartment to style me.”
“All that for my parents? Just wear what you’ve left in my room.”
Tiffany flashed a half-joking, half-not glare. “That’s a no-no, Froot Loop. These are my rituals for an important day.”
She sighed, already settled on what dress she’d set aside for the occasion. “Fine.”
“They’ll...they’ll like me, yeah?”
“You’re well-mannered and you co-own a highbrow boutique. Your impression is already stronger than Soo’s and they’ve known her for years.”
“Oh, my fucking god,” Tiffany flapped her arms, visibly unnerved. “Hurry, Tetris. Aunt Fany has a day of primping ahead.”
Later, they whispered their goodbyes in the parking lot. Yuri peeped over her shoulder before sliding her fingers tenderly upon Tiffany’s cheek, slanting on an unambiguously fervent kiss. As the courageous half of the couple right now, it seemed only fitting.
And when Tiffany bent down to enthusiastically scratch Tetris between his dopey black eyes, Yuri spied a newly opened box of pink envelopes in the car’s backseat. It hurt to remember Sooyoung’s responsibility to deliver those.
“Everything’s gonna work out,” Yuri pledged aloud. A real pledge, not bred of lies or deceit. One as strong as her first ever promise to ‘Tiffany Hwang from the club,’ who’d guided her into a cab: to text her when she got home safely.
Tiffany, ever the intuitive human, nodded solemnly. She picked up on what that statement inferred. “With you there, I have nothing to lose.”
These moments weren’t the happiest, but they were real. Yuri could finally live her truth. “Call me if you start to panic.”
“I’ll call you anyway.”
They lingered for a companionable, albeit shy minute. Soon, sighing, Tiffany pulled Yuri in for a deep, warm hug.
“You’ve always been so warm,” Yuri murmured faithfully, “since day one.”
“Don’t make me cry, Yul.”
They kissed again. No checking for curious eyes, no bending to a society that could use a lot of work. Simply two women who loved one another, sharing themselves. “Disclaimer-I have no idea what culture raised my parents, but they're big huggers? Don’t be alarmed if they suffocate you in tag team bear hugs. It weirds out everybody.”
That ignited a smile bigger than Yuri could’ve hoped for. Tiffany wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist, giggling at something only she knew. “I’d actually like that. A lot.”
Incredulous, Yuri stepped away for Tiffany to get into her car and drive off.
Wow, Tiffany’s smile. That smile illustrated a beautiful future. Of Yuri’s pledge coming to fruition.
Everything would work out for the best.
Yuri patted her leg for Tetris’ attention, striding for the park again, rather than upstairs to her apartment. She’d like to get this lesbian thing perfect.
End.
[A/N]
Another ongoing done and done.
I really hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm a little disappointed that I had to take a break more than I wanted, but it still got finished, right? I went through some wacky (lack of) sleep schedules to get these final few chapters finished and...I mean, it gives me a high. :DD Finally, I can scratch off the desire to flesh out a YulTi story (aren't they amazing?!).
There's another ongoing stirring in me. Let's see what the future holds. Fanfic is such a rewarding escape from the real world's problems.
Now that my time's a bit opened up, I'll be plagued with guilt about those Skandl! and WGTG pdfs/epubs. OR will I distract myself by writing another story? History leans toward the latter, lol.
Anyways, again, I love y'all. Keep loving Soshi & Jessica. OT9 ALWAYS.
♥♥♥,♥♥♥,♥♥♥,
checkinyourbra