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"Do you ever wish I'd use honorifics with you?" Yoohyeon asks, late one night when they're curled together in Handong's bunk, listening with affection and amusement at Gahyeon's sleepy jop jop sounds below them.
"But you do?"
"In public. I meant in private."
Yoohyeon's breath is warm against Handong's neck as she speaks, and her girlfriend draws her arm tighter around the taller woman.
"Weeeeelll," Handong draws out, her lips curling into a cheeky smile. "You could call me mistress, if you want. We could try that."
Yoohyeon lets out a squeak and shoves at her shoulder. "That would be so... so... no! Besides," she murmurs, as a dreamy afterthought, "Minji would get offended."
"Mm, well, we can't offend the puppy's owner."
"I'm leaving!" Yoohyeon huffs out, but Handong has her in her grip, and she laughs, kissing the shell of her ear lightly. It takes a second, but Yoohyeon relaxes again, the sea-salt breeze of her scent washing over Handong.
"If you did use honorifics, what would you want to call me?" She's curious now, because even though as a beta she's never really desired to dominate anyone but Yubin, the thought, for Handong, is a nice fantasy.
Yoohyeon is quiet for a moment; when she speaks again, her voice is shy and bright. "My love," she says in Chinese. "My angel. My girl. My everything."
Handong pretends to gag, but in reality, she turns her head away so that she doesn't drop the sudden tears onto Yoohyeon's face. Yoohyeon knows, though, by the way she kisses against Handong's temple, hard then soft, then softer still.
"My Dongie," she says before sleep finally overtakes her.
And that, to Handong, is the sweetest title of all.