Facing The Wrong Way || wlw/gxg

12 || Insensitive.

"Does keeping you busy help?"

"Yes, that's usually what I do, but—fuck! I can't focus," Nyuji spat out.

"Come rub my shoulders,"

"What??"

"You need to be busy, right? And my shoulders hurt, so hurry up."

"I'm really not a maid, you do realize that!"

Rieha rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small, amused smile as Nyuji, grumbling, moved behind her chair. Despite her complaints, she still complied, and that small victory brought an unexpected warmth to Rieha's heart.

Delicate fingers, shaking and uncertain, rested on her shoulders—she sucked in a breath. The first touch was really rough, far from relaxing as a massage is supposed to be... sending jolts of pain through Rieha's tense muscles. She bit back a whimper, surprised at how much those delicate, fragile fingers of Nyuji's could dig and hurt her flesh when she was stressed.

She endured it, keeping quiet as she let Nyuji's tension pour entirely into her.

"You know, I fucking hate my brother," Nyuji blurted out suddenly, her fingers pressing harder as her anger spilled over.

Rieha winced, feeling the increasing pressure. "Y-yeah? Why?" she managed to ask, trying to mask her discomfort.

"He's just—God! I know he cares about me, but he does it so badly. He does whatever our mother tells him to, and it gets on my nerves."

Rieha hummed in understanding, though it was becoming harder and harder to hide the pain. What the heck was stressing her out this much? Did she want to punish her?! She let out a shaky breath, trying to delve into Nyuji's anger, to understand her strained relationship with her brother and busy herself from her painful fingers.

"What did he do?"

"He tried to threaten me and shit. Long story. He's just so bad,"

"Ow..." Rieha couldn't hold back from letting an accidental pained noise, making Nyuji's hands pause immediately. For a moment, she feared Nyuji might stop altogether because she froze in place without a word—

But then her hands suddenly resumed, and this time with a much gentler touch. The pain ebbed away, replaced by a soothing relief that made Rieha almost moan in contentment. Nyuji's hands were steadier now, rubbing all in the good places as her breathing evened out, her panic dissipating.

The new sweet pressure applied was too good on Rieha's shoulders, making her throat go dry— she almost wished Nyuji would usually get stressed just so she could rub her shoulders more. She shuddered, feeling Nyuji's her fingers sneak into her shirt and firmly touch her bare shoulders, her skin burned with anticipation—

Fuck, she is so good at this.

"Whatever... I just wish he didn't interfere in my life," She whispered, her voice soft, almost resigned. The vulnerability in her tone made Rieha shiver, a reminder of her own conversation Sungjae. But with her hands like this, she couldn't really focus.

She groaned louder as Nyuji's hands found the exact spots where it hurt the most, biting hard on her lip she almost bled.

"Here? Is this good?" She asked, her voice steadying.

"Mhmm," Rieha murmured, struggling to maintain her composure. She closed her eyes, savoring the momentary peace.

But peace didn't last long. Nyuji let out a loud, heavy sigh, and Rieha, unable to resist, threw her head back on the couch, looking up at her. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Nyuji's focused expression, a few strands of brown hair falling like soft bangs across her face. She caught the glimpse of a small, hidden beauty mark on her neck, an intimate detail that felt almost like a secret.