"Please, let me touch you, Hana," Yuna pleaded, her voice low and filled with longing.
Hana gasped, her breath hitching. "Yuna?" she whispered, unsure of what to say.
"Just once... please," Yuna begged, her hands trembling as she suddenly pulled Hana into her arms, positioning her to straddle her lap.
"I swear I won't hurt you, Hana-ah," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
"I'm sorry, Hana," Yuna murmured, her lips trailing to her chin.
"Talk to me, Hana," she whispered, her lips brushing against her neck. "I'm sorry..." She kissed her shoulder gently, her voice barely audible.
Hana's eyes welled with tears. "What do you want from me, Yuna? What don't you have that you still want?"
Yuna leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. Her tongue hesitantly grazed Hana's lips. "You," she admitted, her voice raw with emotion.
Hana's lips parted, and Yuna deepened the kiss. Their tongues met, igniting a fire that coursed through both of their bodies.
Yuna kissed her fervently, her tongue exploring every inch of Hana's mouth, grazing her palate, her teeth, her gums. She nipped at Hana's bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from her.
"I want you, Hana," Yuna moaned, her voice husky as she kissed her senseless.
The sound of footsteps suddenly broke the moment. Yuna froze, her lips halting, and Hana instinctively pushed her away.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Hana's mother stood in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. "Hana-ah, sorry," she muttered. "I just remembered—you should get your hair done soon. Having messy hair makes you look even worse than you already do."
She tossed some won onto the bed. "Make sure you get a haircut or extensions, I don't care. Just stop looking like a damn rat."
"Thank you," Hana whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her mother snorted. "I'm doing it for Dara's reputation. Having an ugly sister must be such a burden. Too bad your dad's genes won with you." With a sigh, she shut the door behind her.
Hana's shoulders slumped as she stared at the money. Of course, it was for Dara's reputation. She let out a heavy sigh.
Something slipped around her neck, and she flinched, realizing it was Yuna's hand.
"You're still here?" Hana whispered harshly, her voice laced with shock.
"Yes, babe," Yuna murmured, her lips brushing against Hana's ear. "Had to kiss you goodnight."
Hana glared at her, shifting away. "Don't you dare..."
"Don't kiss me. Don't touch me. You don't know me!" she snapped, her voice firm.
Yuna stared at her, unflinching. "I always get what I want, Hana."
"Well, not this time," Hana said sternly, her resolve unwavering.
Yuna smirked, rolling off the bed and moving toward the window. "See you at school, babe," she said, her grin smug as if she'd already won.
Hana frowned but brushed it off.
The next morning, as she got ready for school, she rummaged through her belongings, frustration bubbling up.
"Where the hell are my panties?" she muttered, searching everywhere.
Meanwhile, Yuna sat in the bathroom, holding a pair of soft cotton panties to her nose. She inhaled deeply, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"You smell good, babe," she murmured to herself, her tone dripping with satisfaction.