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Title: Must Love Girls [Part Seven] [FINAL]

Pairing(s): TaengSic

Rating/Genre: R; Girl-Meets-Dog-And-Girl

Disclaimer: I don’t own Soshi. I don’t own anyone, in fact. All Fiction.

Warning(s): Fingers aren’t just for typing fanfic. :)

Chap. Summary: I don’t feel like writing this again. Just read~

Author’s Notes: LAST PART OMG. :OOO Another one completed, people! Now, I’ll rest my mind, play Tekken 7, reacclimate my sleep schedule, read some lesfic, and refresh. Per usual, you’re all the best. <333

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Saturday afternoon, Kim Taeyeon flung her dusty tank top into her plastic hamper. The corners of her eyes glistened, an aftermath for the last two hours, when she—with great yet surmountable difficulty—dismantled her Diglett shrine. Its upkeep hadn’t been abysmal, though boxes of leftover supplies (collars, shampoos, spare dishes, various toys) collected a powdery film that tracked over her clothes as she allotted them into designated donation bins. She set aside the zebra plush and lavender bed for Lennon, since he took to them so well. The rest brought death and her ex to mind.

She’d purge her life of these weights. For a lighter, less burdensome future.

Last Thursday transpired on…mildly awesome terms.

Awesome: Jessica’s greeting as she welcomed Taeyeon at her doorstep—consisting of fingers fixing onto her nape and a kiss that’d smash a lesbian’s soul in the best way.
Also Awesome: Lennon in his handsome new bowtie collar.
Negative: Krystal still squatting at Jessica’s apartment. She tagged along for their walk, inciting twenty head-to-head combats over dog care facts.
Also Negative: The younger Jung excelled at athletics; thus, hogging Frisbee time with Lennon.

This sunny weekend would differ. On Friday, Krystal returned to the pits of hell or wherever she’d spawned from. Meaning, Taeyeon and Jessica arranged plans for the next day.

Taeyeon bathed, semi-styled her hair, dressed in a deliberately-flattering outfit, and put on the electric kettle in time for a melodic knock at her door to start this out. This being a fresh relationship.

Her cheeks flushed, recalling of how carried away she’d gotten on their first kiss. The vagblocking sister provided some good use—giving them time to cool off before things got too physical too soon.

“Special delivery.” Jessica smirked, crooking her index finger into the band of Taeyeon’s shorts. “You’re so—”

Lennon burst in between then, clowning off on his squattish hind legs.

That was painfully adorable. Taeyeon threw Jessica a sympathetic grin while she received him into her arms. His stubby paws propped on her knees. Perfect position to lave her face in kisses.

Taengoo!” Jessica shouted from above. “Are you making out with Lens before me!?”

Oops.

Taeyeon sprung to full height, shaking her blouse of unseen specks. “Old habits die hard.”

“Gross. I can’t kiss you after him. It’s practically a threesome.”

“Oh, shit. Just—” She gestured her guests inside before charging to the bathroom to wash her face, moisturize, and reapply a bit of makeup.

Jessica scoffed when she came back, displeased. “Nope. That ship’s on the bottom of the Pacific. Where’s my coffee?”

“Nowhere yet.”

“I’m grumpy.” Amidst a perturbed mood, she dove into Taeyeon’s (and previously, Diglett’s) favorite chair. She tied in the inelegant movement by modestly crossing her slim ankles last second. Typifying the notion of ‘spoiled brat’.

Despite the theatrics, Taeyeon respected Jessica. Fearless, she’d call her, even. Jessica persevered through a mountain of personality differences and a thick-headed dog lover’s avoidance issues. Weren’t those the bravest people? The ones who risked rejection, whose brains granted their hearts carte blanche?

Jessica had stuck her neck out against her sister after one-too-many ‘should’ve dated Seohyun’ wisecracks on their trip to the park, too. Taeyeon admired this. Emotional bravery.

Taking a page from that book (from another planet), she crouched at the base of the chair. Jessica wore a white shift dress with intricate sewn details Taeyeon squinted to appreciate. She also (shyly) appreciated exposed legs, then feet that’d been adorned in the leopard tilt-heels lining the wall. Specifically, optimal wear for spectating, not horsing around in a field—that was Taeyeon’s job, anyways. Again, Jessica went through great lengths to turn heads. “Making yourself comfortable already, huh? You didn’t ask if you could sit.”

“Sit, stay, heel, roll over. Your dog lingo is so annoying.”

Taeyeon chuckled, evading Lennon trotting close-by for Take Two of their kiss-a-thon. “Not right now, little man.”

“Leave us alone, Lens.” Jessica flicked the zebra toy to the lavender bed. He clambered for the flying object, gnawing into the poor thing’s jugular with a vigor that gave Taeyeon pause.

Diglett had handled his stuffies with reserved care. They really weren’t the same dog.

“Your sister bred them savagely,” Taeyeon murmured, wincing.

“He’s my bloodthirsty guardian.”

“Nice.” She rested her elbows either side of Jessica’s hips. A slight stir in her breathing didn’t escape Taeyeon. “Thank you for honoring my humble apartment with a visit. How am I worthy of such a patient woman?”

Jessica defaulted to indignant, doing a shit job of hiding her smile. “I won’t kiss you. Lennon’s tongue is germ paradise.”

“I’m clean again, though.”

“It’s the thought. Now, make me coffee.”

“No-one’s brewing anything until I get some lip action.”

“Where is this coming from?” Beneath an offended tone lay wonder. It was clear.

“Ready to be myself again…” Taeyeon shut her eyes for a sec, collecting some peace. “If you don’t mind.”

Jessica’s voice sounded fragile, truthful. “I’d love that.”

Precisely the encouragement she needed. Time to reciprocate this fearlessness.

Her palms replaced where her elbows had been, sinking into the firm cushion as Taeyeon advanced, closing her mouth onto the skin below Jessica’s jawline. The ragged sigh in response urged her to treasure this, to alternate between grazing the curve of her lips and pressing in fully, embraced in rose. Cloaked, veiled, protected by the scent that reminded her of her humanity. Her innate privilege to leap without looking, to fall into the woman reeling fingers into her hair.

Those years at her ex’s whims struck Taeyeon hard. They, along with the months following the breakup and Diglett’s death, whipped her to this: the meek shell of someone who once invited intimate contact and was front in line for work-sponsored barhopping. It could all turn around.

Taeyeon dully scraped incisors down Jessica’s neck, breathing heavier. “Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

Compliant and getting a heady rush from Jessica relaying that ice-cold-sober reply, Taeyeon rubbed her cheek along Jessica’s gentle shoulder, snaking her tongue beneath a carmine bra strap. Then, she bathed a path to her ear, back to that lovely jaw, tripping over her knees to wedge between Jessica’s thighs. She’d intended to tease and now—a hand that wasn’t hers guided her own under the dress—only one thing could mollify this dizzying want.

These weeks led to this moment. Jessica and Taeyeon crossing paths in front of a hardware store, minutes shy of a Pet Mourner’s Anonymous meeting.

Walks, misunderstandings, handholding, tears, jokes.

Parrying and pulling.

Proceeding into Taeyeon slipping past a thin lace barrier. Delaying, simply for respect and comfort—an unspoken ‘is this okay?’. And a quivered, “Please” willed her to sink in a single digit.

This was sex. They were having sex.

Oh, god.

Taeyeon shallowed her breath, relocating an arm above them for leverage as Jessica writhed on her finger.

Their lips hadn’t touched today and she’d already built Jessica up to the precipice of something intense. “Kiss me, Jessica?”

Jessica drew them together for soft, surprisingly sweet kisses. A deep contrast to the rest of their bodies’ movements—frantic, hot, almost virginally clumsy in the awkward position. Taeyeon’s hips helped drive the thrust of her flimsy hand and she wondered how competent of a lover she appeared. All red-faced and whimpering and breathless.

“Tae—”

That cropped syllable spoke volumes, sonnets, chapters. She worshipped it, felt it. Felt the saturated pulse of a job well done.

And the paws of Lennon hopping right in the middle, onto Jessica’s lap.

“Shit!” Taeyeon screamed, separating them, not knowing what the hell to do with her hands.

Jessica did. She shoved that dog off. “Fucking behave, Lens!”

And for a minute, they sat, staring at one other. Audible intakes muting to matching grins and then…

Laughter.

“Oh my god.” Jessica blew the hair from tickling her face, voice raspy from strain. “My dog’s a perv.”

Taeyeon held her sexy hand upright, still not knowing what to do. “I forgot he was there.”

“Was he watching us?!”

“He’s a voyeur.”

“Talk about threesomes.”

Their laughs died down to a safe, sated afterglow. Until Taeyeon spoke again. “Should I start that hot water again? I bought a French press especially for your fancy shmance coffee.”

“Yes, please.” Jessica slung one knee over the other, reestablishing her modesty. “Ugh, damn dog. He interrupted my orgasm.”

“Yeah…well…” Taeyeon wobbled to her feet. Her bravery had worn off.

“I brought melon pan from that bakery you like.”

“Oh?”

“It’s in my bag. It’ll go well with our drinks, don’t you think?”

'I’m lucky.'—that’s what Taeyeon thought. Carbs trumped a bouquet, not that she didn’t relentlessly work to keep the wildflowers alive. “When did I mention liking that place?”

“You didn’t.” Jessica’s cheeks pinked a shier hue as her eyes danced around the cleaner, shrine-free room. Including a vase of the aforementioned flowers. “I saw it in your purse the day we met. Sometimes, I believe I had no say in my feelings for you; they were inevitable.”

Hiding tears that’d smudge her mascara, Taeyeon escaped to the kitchen. But, not before muttering a low, “Same.”


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Jessica sucked at throwing and she couldn’t give fewer damns. This upswing in life made fetch irrelevant; it’d stationed her in the center of Lennon’s hyper orbit as he corralled his humans on a park field. Tailless backside a-wiggle, tongue flapping gracelessly.

Taeyeon had made a woman of her.

She snorted at that old-fashioned saying. Neither of them had been sex newbies prior to their tryst on the chair—a damn chair! In the living room. At 1pm. In front of the dog. Could they have predicted a less ceremonious first time?

Their journey to this very moment wouldn’t be penned as sappy prose. Nor would it inspire holiday-based screenplays for an overpaid cast of actors.

But, it suited Jessica Jung, a once anti-monogamist tip-toeing around patches of dirt.

As well as Kim Taeyeon, an eccentric lesbian tug-of-warring an orange disc with Lennon.

To think she questioned Taeyeon’s seducibility when, a couple hours ago, the gronde deftly manipulated her by one upturned finger and neck kisses. Jessica, true to her nature, found an empty bench to spectate. And to appreciate those rare moments when everything pieced into a coherent, beautiful image.

“What in the hell did I get myself into?”

She loved how that question’s context changed everything.


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Taeyeon sensed Jessica staring as Lennon wrenched the Frisbee free and dashed off for a short victory lap. Her instincts steered her gaze downward, to pretend not to notice.

So, she functioned against that.

“Hey, Jessica,” she lipped, waving awkwardly.

The other woman, elbows propped onto her knees, smiled prettily within her hands. Three of her fingers danced in a lazy—albeit impactful—wave back. She was probably spent from all the moaning and whatnot.

“C’mon, buddy.” Taeyeon patted her side for Lennon to follow. “Let’s sit with our girl.”

No longer would she depend on Jessica to do all heavy lifting.


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“I have a question,” Jessica traced the curve of Taeyeon’s knee, enthralled even by her pores, her silkiness. “Did you and your ex live together?”

Taeyeon blinked a dash of sadness. “Until the breakup, yeah.”

They lounged on Jessica’s bed that evening, still dressed in their clothes from earlier. After a long walk around the city and a quick bite, they retired to the closest apartment. Wasn’t coincidental, of course. Nobody would assume they’d go their separate ways on a Saturday.

“I could feel her influence throughout your apartment. Is that weird?”

“No, it’s not.” Taeyeon shrugged, trying her damndest to seem nonchalant. “My ex dictated all the interior design and furnishings. When she left, I had to restore a bunch of stuff I’ve gotten used to. Like lamps, shelves, art books I’ve grown to love.” She licked her bottom lip. “I should move.”

“Eventually.”

“You and Lenny respect each other’s space, I see.” Taeyeon referred to Lennon asleep in the living room on a leo-print bed (that paralleled Jessica’s shoes). Nothing dog-related littered Jessica’s bedroom, save the bag of organic pretzels atop her desk. “Diglett hogged my bed every night.”

“Lens knows the deal.” Jessica blushed when Taeyeon collected her hand, kissing her knuckles. “I’ve…never been in love.”

The progress of the kisses stuttered. “Are you sure?”

“I’d know, right?”

“How do you think it’d feel?”

“Out of control. Like you’re hydroplaning on the melted remnants of your dignity.”

“No-one’s ever done that to you?”

As if it weren’t obvious. “Tell me about your Keds.”

Taeyeon grinned at the subject shift. “I ordered them the day my ex moved out, as a gift to myself. It was freeing. To like, to buy any article of clothing without being judged.”

“You escaped her Type A domineering.”

“She’d styled me in flashy colors, dress shoes or heels always, even if I threw on a flannel top.”

“Flannel, ew.

Shrugging, Taeyeon said, “I bent the rules occasionally to piss her off.”

“Everything’s a story for you,” Jessica purred. “I like it.”

“I purposefully bought white Keds, the kind that’d attract dirt the easiest. At first as my own little post-relationship rebellion. Then, I kept them because they were broken-in and comfortable. Part of my Diglett era.”

Jessica reached to cup Taeyeon’s cheek, to stroke along her comely bone structure. “You could destroy my soul; I can tell.”

The skin she touched blushed. “You’d survive—not that I plan on hurting you.”

“I’m practical, Taeyeon. Studied, got good grades, set an example for my impressionable sister, attended my parents’ choice of university, didn’t get distracted from my goals by drugs and partying and—”

“Relationships,” Taeyeon filled in.

“Mmhmm. I kept it sexual when women asked me out and even then, that snowballed into madness. So, I swore off them and focused on me.”

“At least you love yourself. That’s not common.”

“I do. I’m the best.” She tingled from head to toe, feeling Taeyeon’s hand clutch her waist. Loosely, as if Jessica would change her mind and cruelly banish her from her home. “I’m not as brave and detached as I let on.”

“It’s not important.”

Taeyeon wasn’t too endowed in the chest area, which didn’t deter Jessica from running flirty fingers along their slight curves, pleased by the breath hitched in response. If Taeyeon threw herself at Jessica like Seohyun had, would this be as satisfying?

Nah. Because she considered her crush a chore.

A worthwhile chore.



Taeyeon’s vulnerability translated to their lovemaking, Jessica posited while emerging from the depths of her bedsheets, ushered upward a weak tug at her hair. The brunette swore she could’ve consumed her for the night’s remainder. To induce a climax as acute as the one that’d just occurred against her lips, her tongue, her chin. But, Taeyeon trembled, murmured Jessica’s name in a desperation she’d never dismiss.

“I’m here,” Jessica affirmed, gliding her damp mouth across a fair collarbone.

Lately, she dreamed before she fell asleep, pondering how Taeyeon would doze in her bed. If she’d hog blankets or curl in a fetal ball or habitually maintain contact with a hand on Jessica’s thigh. Those thoughts would convert into sexy thoughts. Sometimes as illusions of paperback boudoir covers, wherein they whisked each other away in painterly strokes of skin and discarded clothes. Their posts of top and bottom would vary, depending on her level of arousal or longing.

“You’ve made a romantic out of me,” she confessed against the shell of Taeyeon’s studded ear. “It’s the worst.”

Taeyeon gathered her wits enough to giggle. She rolled to face Jessica, dark eyes roving. “What do you want me to say?”

“Apologize.”

“I have nothing to be sorry for, though.”

“You do.”

Coyly, she explored the plane of Jessica’s stomach with the back of hand. Settling on no specific skin, just doing what she’d surely dreamt about, too. “Illuminate me.”

Jessica smiled into a kiss to the bridge of Taeyeon’s nose, then her parted lips. “You should apologize …” She paused, changing lanes. “For taking so long to fuck me.”

That soft scowl demanded no decoding. “You don’t have to put on an act for me.”

“I swear I’ll tell you soon.” Jessica wished for Taeyeon’s micro-abilities; they’d help in conditions like these.

Conditions like now. When she, high off throaty mewls of pleasure and traces of Taeyeon on her fingers, could admit to ‘hydroplaning’. It’d be insensitive to push too many boundaries in a 24-hour period.

“I’ll hold you to that,” the gronde whispered, coursing her hand down to where she’d been stalling to claim again. Their simultaneous whines were lost in the humidity of the bedroom as her fingertips circled into glossy want. “And this…is how I’ve always pictured taking you.”

Jessica replied hoarsely. “Not on your chair while the kettle water cooled?”

“Hell no. Just us in your bed—naked, of course—and you being so affected that you take me, too. If…if that’s not tmi.”

Kim Taeyeon. Seeking a medium between coy and the shocking ‘Can I come up?’. No bells, whistles, or sharkishness.

The ideal partner.

“Not too much info.” Jessica, hung up on the irregular, lingering pressure on her center, curled two eager fingers into Taeyeon. Manipulating slick depths, gaining speed, knocking breasts blotched from hickies, inviting Taeyeon’s keenly firm entry. Their bodies stuck to cotton sheets, trapped on the tightrope of giving and riding it out.

And dreamily stared as their respective fingers, thumbs sought purchase on flesh that’d guarantee an erotically volatile finish. The force fields shielding the animal inside Taeyeon cracked just so, which ratcheted her appeal—more to unlock, extra levels to penetrate.

Eyes pinched closed, mouth ajar for an abrupt jerk of the hips, Taeyeon gasped, “Don’t stop. P-please, I’m—”

The plea drenched Jessica, fostered the talented motion between her legs. She’d skeptically listened friend’s tales of the coveted ‘coming together’ of lesbians. In her experiences, it was more of a ping pong tournament—one for you, one for me. Lick, rinse, and repeat.

Taeyeon proved that fable as the truth. With empirical evidence.

Jessica accompanied her lover into fantasies that weren’t too idealistic after all. She locked their lips in undivided connection, tongues mixing a cocktail of sensual, familiar flavors. Taking advantage of this moment. Falling headfirst into the romance.

Then, she slid back under the covers to bury headfirst into Taeyeon.



Darkness shrouded Jessica’s home by the time she padded out. Deliciously sore, wriggling into a pajama top despite the season’s overall warmth. She stifled a yawn behind her wrist and flipped a switch to the kitchen.

Summoned, Lennon sprung from his slumber with an animated ‘yip’.

“Fancy a snack?” she mumbled down at a pleading grey gaze. “Cookie?”

He sat obediently, hardly keeping himself at bay as Jessica unclamped a bag of the biscuits he—um, they—often devoured. She helped herself first, chewing thoughtfully. “I swear these are baked in crack. Is there a dog version of catnip?”

The Corgi-Aussie played up his cuteness in that dapper bowtie. Onto his back he flopped, stumpy legs shooting up for a little sideshow for noms.

“Fine, fine,” she fed him the unfinished end of her cookie.

They munched in a mutually friendly calm. Jessica and Lennon, her canine roommate.

Krystal, despite her disdain for Taeyeon (that’d run out with her short attention span) made a good call for this whole dog intervention. It taught Jessica how to share a life with someone. Stepping stones, preparing her for the woman dozing in her bed.

“Guess you are a herder. Or inadvertent bait.”

His butt wagged as he eagerly chomped the fresh biscuit tossed his way. Dogs were so simple. To aid the union of two lesbians, gaining a midnight snack as reparation. If only he knew folks doled out thousands of dollars for similar tasks.

“What do you think? We should keep her, shouldn’t we?”

Lennon shuffled nearer, licking her shin for their unanimous vote.

Hehe. She loved this little bugger. “Great.”

Jessica refreshed his water, slipped on a pair of rubber gloves, and washed the few dishes in the sink, glad she’d returned to her spotless roots. She overheard Lennon slurp at his cold dish, scraping it across the tile as if he’d been parched for centuries. “I hate being responsible for your dumb bladder.”

After shutting off the tap, Jessica routinely moisturized her hands, ruminating aloud if dogs could be trained to take themselves out for pee breaks. And as she stepped backward, a furry roadblock caught the back of her angle. Jessica flailed mid-trip, cursing feverishly until she steadied herself onto the side of the refrigerator.

“Jung Lennon, goddamnit!” she harped, further perturbed by Lennon spinning happily. “Really!? That’s funny to you, you flea bag?”

A slow clap from her bedroom doorway interrupted her rant. Taeyeon.

Awake. Witnessing her single-dead-lady fear almost realized.

“Excellent execution. Points off for not sticking your landing, sadly.” Taeyeon’s face contorted into a hearty laugh as she doubled over. She’d redressed into her own blouse and, cutely, Jessica’s cat shorts.

She’d buy the best a dog-print equivalent out there, for a gift.

Embarrassed, Jessica defended herself. “My life flashed before my eyes!”

“What’s up with your baby bird bones? Should you up your calcium intake or do you need a kitchen bar to match the bathroom one?”

In seconds, Jessica defiantly met the other woman toe-to-toe, unused to her life behind upended this way, but enjoying it nonetheless. “You’re a sassy bitch, Taengoo.”

“I don’t think you can say that in Lenny’s presence. It’s dog racist.”

Ribbing signified comfort. Taeyeon, lacking a bra and a comb’s rescue, was comfortable. Jessica laughed, twisting errant gronde hairs through her fingers. Happy looked lovely on Taeyeon. “Lens is antsy for a pee break, so I volunteer you as his escort.”

Taeyeon’s lip twitched upward. “For free?”

“Why would I charge you for attending to our dog?”

Jessica understood the implications, the significance of ‘our’. Too soon? Perhaps, but Lennon especially benefitted from Taeyeon in his life; she’d become a staple whether they’d overcame their differences or not.

And Jessica chose optimism. She and Lennon weren’t substitutes for a horrible ex and a gone-too-soon companion; they were players in this new chapter. One where Jessica discovered everything about the easygoing, sexy, complex, dog-empathetic person she now soothed in a caress to a wet cheek.

“Ok-okay,” Taeyeon muttered, pressing kisses to Jessica’s palm. “I’ll grab his leash.”

“Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” She slapped her side for Lennon, who’d already been dancing around them for attention, as she toed into Keds that didn’t seem so dirty anymore. “I’ll be back in ten, tops.”

From the kitchen window, Jessica spied on their short walk. Several floors down, as dark silhouettes, the joy of an unburdened peace shined hotter than the yellow ball they chased every Thursday. She pouted, questioning who truly won in this arrangement—Jessica or Lennon?

Easy.


Threading fingers through her long hair, partially matted from rolling in the sheets, Jessica crowned herself.


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“Hey, everyone. I’m Taeyeon.”

“Hi, Taeyeon,” the fellow pet mourners droned in practiced accordance.

As she scoped the circle of after-hours coffee shop attendees, a realization sunk in: so caught up in the drama of her own loss, Past Taeyeon displayed minimal interest in PMA’s other members. Besides the old bird lady who sat at her side, beaming proudly, she’d struggle to point out regulars versus unreliable snowflakes such as herself.

She’d been snotty, rude. Devoid of compassion.

“I’d planned for my absence recap to not bleed into a speech territory...” Taeyeon unlocked her phone to a photo of Diglett (peeping from a hole of his own digging) and passed it around. Appropriate aww’s sounded accordingly. “I owe a debt to this group. I wouldn’t have started to recover without your warmth and openness. Plus, this location steered me to Lennon.”

She explained his identity, suddenly shy. “He’s my new dog beau. I can finally move on, besides—”

A round of applause drowned out her downplaying this accomplishment. Taeyeon had thought herself derelict, incapable of entering another pet store, letting a day pass without tears, or integrating into society again. In fact, just today, a few coworkers extended an invitation for barbecue tomorrow evening. She surprised the entire office (and herself) when she RSVP’d.

“Furthermore,” a motherly knee squeeze from the bird lover kept her going, “somewhere down the line, I fell in love. With a human, apparently.”

The room chuckled. Their delight in her improvements left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. Sweet for the positive reinforcement. Bitter because she hadn’t provided the same to them. They were heartbroken, too. Their journeys could reflect hers in angles unimaginable. “I miss Diggy—that won’t change. But, it becomes a little more bearable each passing day. I’ll keep you all posted.”

With a nod, she waived her turn to the man at her left. He broke down, almost intelligible about the vet diagnosing this chinchilla with a terminal illness. Taeyeon lent her ears to him as well as the whole room’s stories—allowing their sadness to affect her, to bring out cathartic emotions.

She’d needed this community. Still did.

An hour later, Taeyeon waved a farewell to a few people as PMA splintered off in all directions. Roughly fifteen adults, commonly bonded by grief and faith in each other.

Jessica stood wait at their meeting spot—in front of the hardware shop. She’d crossed her arms over a fur-less cami, equally beautiful and visibly agitated. “How was your meeting?”

“Amazing,” Taeyeon replied, relaying a single kiss. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything’s wrong with this menace” she grumbled, hastily bunching the leather leash loop into Taeyeon’s hands. “He’s defective.”

“How?”

“Lens is on a chewing spree. Another ball, the plastic spatula, and my fucking Prada slip-ons! It’s unacceptable.”

Taeyeon restrained a grin, squishing Lennon’s guilty face within her palms. “Is that true? Do you have expensive taste, too, Lenny?”

“Him acting out is not funny!”

“Your freak out’s funnier.”

“I’m cancelling both of you in my head.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I’d bought you flowers to commemorate your PMA return, too! He gnawed those into oblivion.”

Huge doggy ears slumped as Lennon whined for mercy. Taeyeon nodded. “He may be a bit jealous.”

“Good!” Jessica snarked, playfully thumping him with a bare shin. “Doesn’t feel so hot, does it!?”

He dug deeper into Taeyeon’s hug as if he understood.

“You can’t cancel us,” Taeyeon said, rising to cuff an arm around her girlfriend’s waist. Spreading hairs there that she’d lint roll to death. “Joint custody would push him to do worse. Heroin, maybe.”

“Funny. We’re sleeping over at yours tonight. Let’s see how chill you are when he converts your home into a giant chew toy.”

With that, Jessica stormed ahead, deserting them for the park.

“View’s nice from here,” Taeyeon called out before glancing down at her fuzzier companion. “She’ll forgive us.”

Lennon’s silver eyes reciprocated her smile, twinkling mischief. Maybe he was the best fucking dog in the universe.

As for the best—albeit pissed—fucking woman in the universe...

“Let’s catch up with her, Lenny. Jessica’s faster than she looks.”







End.


And there we have it. Another TaengSic fic floating in the universe! I’m always around, always lurkingggg. So, hit me up if you ever wanna chat about fic or anything, really. If it’s about one of my stories, commenting here on LJ gives the most reliable alerts to me. For everything else, I have an Ask page! I’m open other kinds of communication, too. ^^

If it’s not already obvious, I myself am a gay lady. It’s a treat to express and celebrate sexuality in our beloved Soshi fandom. I’ll forever appreciate the love you’re shared.

As for retiring or whatever way you’d care to term it, I’m still undecided. I try to be transparent about my intentions in LJ posts. ^^ For now, I’m still active. Now, which pairing should I consider next….

….or those pdfs. ;____;

Continue to love each other (and yourselves) during these crazy times, y’all~~

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