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“Please be sure to vote for me as student body president!” You say, handing what feels like the thousandth button out to what feels like the thousandth student. The boy merely nods politely at you, but he does pin the button to his lapel. So you consider that a success.You’d been doing this all day. And now it seems like there are a sea of students with your tastefully printed button pinned to their jackets and backpacks. You aren’t particularly worried about winning; the other student running against you tended to rub people the wrong way. Still, you refuse to just rest on your laurels. You were going to put your all into this race, just like you were going to put your all into the presidency - if you won it, that is.“Hey, oh my god. There you are!” You turn towards the sound of the voice and find your friend Soonmi standing before you.“We have a problem, lady.” She pants, and you briefly wonder if she’d run to get to you. “It’s Eunyoung.” Your running opponent. “She’s gotten Jimin to run as her VP!”You could have sworn time stood still. Jimin? Run with Eunyoung? This was certainly a prospect that had never crossed your mind. You haven’t even begun considering running partners yet!Jimin was the most popular boy in your grade, possibly in the whole school as well. Even with Eunyoung’s generally intolerable disposition, people would still vote for her if Jimin was by her side. You are screwed. So screwed.“I didn’t think Jimin even knew Eunyoung? Why is he running with her?!” You hiss through your teeth, trying to retain your composure.“Yeah, he basically didn’t.” Soonmi responds. “At least, I knew he wasn’t a fan. Eunyoung basically bribed him by convincing him it would impress Yoonji.”You scoff under your breath. Impress Yoonji? Not likely. But I guess you have to give the kid points for trying.“What the fuck are we going to do?” Soonmi bemoans and you internally agree with her.“I guess I just have to get a running mate that boosts my campaign as much as Jimin did?”“Where are you going to get that? Jimin is the most popular boy in school… you’re basically the most popular girl! It’s like you can only go down.” Soonmi cries.“I’m not quite the most popular girl in school, Soonmi. But maybe I can get who is to be my VP.” You flick your hair over your shoulder as Soonmi’s mouth drops open.“Y-You can’t be serious… there’s no way.”“There has to be a way. If I want to win I need her. I need Yoonji.”***That’s how you find yourself waiting outside of the infamous Min Yoonji’s classroom at the end of last period. It hadn’t been hard to find out her schedule. Just asking one of the boys in her weird little fanclub gave you more than enough information on the girl.You stood awkwardly as the room began to empty, a bit relieved that she hadn’t been the first person out, forcing you to make cause more of a scene than was necessary. When she exits the classroom, you almost chicken out - almost. You need her to join your campaign if you want to win. You need to do this.You can understand why so many people fawn over her. She’s basically like a real-life porcelain doll. She always looked so effortlessly flawless. And not in the way that you tried to, either - where you put hours of work in every morning just to look put together. But really, genuinely Min Yoonji put no effort into her appearance. And it totally worked for her. You’d be jealous of her, if that wasn’t so 2004 of you. Instead you try to extol her blase nature, at least to yourself anyway.Her eyes pass over yours as she walks out of the classroom, not pausing even for a second.“Ah,” you try to keep your voice calm, “excuse me! Min Yoonji!”The girl pauses momentarily turning briefly back towards you, tilting her head minutely to the side in question.“I, uh, I wanted to talk, um, to discuss something with you.” You stutter out. “If you’re free, that is.”You’re a little bit surprised at the way your voice quavers as you speak. You haven’t had trouble with your stutter in years. It only came out when you were particularly nervous now. Like really nervous. It didn’t even happen in front of crowds or for oral presentations anymore. So Yoonji must truly be a force to be reckoned with.Her eyes flicker over to yours.“I’m not.” She says simply, before turning to walk away.Trying to remain undeterred, you follow her as she walks. She was tall - for a girl - and so you have to maintain a slight jog to keep up with her. Yoonji doesn’t slow down when she sees your predicament, and so you just have to do your best not to pant as you speak.“I’m not sure if you knew this, Yoonji,” you start, but her quick glare has you backtracking, “M-Min Yoonji, s-sorry. I’m uh, running for student body president.”“Yeah, I’ve seen the pins.”“O-Oh good.” You’re starting to run out of breath so you decide to just spit it out. “Well, you see, I need someone to run as my vice president with me and well I think that if we ran together we’d–”“No.”“Please, Min Yoonji, just hear–”“No.”“You’ll get to beat Park Jimin if we win!”The taller girl suddenly stops, and you nearly walk straight into her. She turns to face you, a small grimace gracing her lips.“What the fuck do you mean?”You flinch at her language.“Well, I heard that Jimin is running as Eunyoung’s VP, so if you ran with me you’d, you know… beat him. M-Maybe that’s not something you want, but I just heard he’s always all over you or whatever. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”You watch with baited breath as Yoonji’s tongue pokes into her cheek. Her eyes aren’t on you, they’re focused on something in the distance. The side of her mouth quirks up just briefly before she schools her expression, and then she’s looking directly at you. Her dark eyes seem to gaze all the way into your soul and it all but takes your breath away.“S-So?” You ask hesitantly.“Fine. I’ll run with you,” she dismisses, “but you better learn how to stop stuttering all the time. Don’t you have to do a lot of public presenting as student body president? I don’t want you to embarrass me.”Your mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish, and Yoonji’s lips pull down in annoyance.“I’m sorry, Min Yoonji,” you look down hard at your feet, “n-normally I’m not… I haven’t stuttered for a long time. You just…”“I make you nervous?” She supplies, and you glance up to see her utterly impassive face.You simply nod.“Good.” She sighs out. “Then you won’t try to bother me or anything. Here, give me yourcell phone.”“M-My ce-”“Yes. Your cell phone. We are running partners now, aren’t we? We’re going to need to be able to contact each other.” She holds out her hand impatiently.“Oh, right. Yeah. That’s great thinking Min Yoonji, thank you.” You quickly shuffle youryour phone out of your pocket and hand it to her.She enters her information, then sends herself a text, in case she needs to get a hold of you as well.“There. I’ll contact you later and you can fill me in on the details more properly. I don’t just want to beat Jimin. I want to annihilate him.”Your eyes widen comically, but you nod your head nonetheless. Anything Min Yoonji wants from you, she would get. She was your ticket to the top, so to speak. You can’t afford to lose her, not if you want to win.She had already walked away as you pulled yourself out of your daydream, and it’s only the bright light of Yoonji’s contact information on your phone that lets you know the interaction even happened in the first place.What a weird day this was turning out to be.***“I can’t fucking believe you got Yoonji to agree to this?” Soonmi nearly shouts over the phone.“Yeah, she must really hate Park Jimin if she’s this desperate to beat him.” You respond flopping back on your pillows.“I totally feel bad for him. I mean really, he’s definitely the hottest boy in school… I would bang him.”You chuckle and hum in agreement.“I was talking to Taehyung, and he said that Jimin has like.. Legit abs. I tried asking about his dick, but Tae wouldn’t say anything.”“Jesus Christ Soonmi. Why can’t you let any of these men live?” You chuckle again, and Soonmi scoffs. As if the very prospect of it had never occurred to her.“Babe,” she coos, “it’s been ages since we’ve gotten laid. I mean seriously! You haven’t even tried dating since Jihoon broke it off with you! And that was like, six months ago! I have to get my thrills where I can, and that’s imagining that Jimin’s dick is just as sexy as the rest of him!”Before you can respond, your phone vibrates against your ear. You expect it to be the singular buzz of a text, but the accompanying tone signifies that someone’s calling you. You briefly pull your phone away from your ear to check the caller ID.“Oh fuck, Soonmi I gotta go!” You say frantically. “It’s Yoonji.”Soonmi’s following shriek is cut short as you disconnect your call, and switch over to where Yoonji is waiting.“H-Hello?” You mentally kick yourself for stuttering, even after she’d told you not to.“Still nervous even over the phone, I see.” Comes Yoonji’s gravelly tone. You’re always so surprised when you hear her voice. It’s much lower than you would’ve expected. Nevertheless, it seems to suit the girl.“I guess so. I’m sorry.” You finally choke out.“It’s fine, it’s kind of cute.” She says in response and you shoot up from where you lay on your bed. Cute? Yoonji had just called you cute…“Anyway,” she continues, “I’d like to discuss some of your ideas for this student council bullshit. If I’m doing this, I’m doing this. Are you free now? It’ll be brief.”You’re sure your soul leaves your body at that, and you peak a glance at the digital clock on your nightstand. It was only 7:30, and you still have hours left of free time. You’d originally planned to spend it binge watching the Kardashian’s - a guilty and oh so secret pleasure of yours - but… You don’t think you could say no to Yoonji even if you wanted to.“I-I’m free. Why?”“Good then. I’ll come over. What’s your address? Nevermind just text it to me.” And with that, Yoonji hangs up the phone, leaving you no chance to argue.You do as she says, texting her with trembling hands. Your parents won’t mind if you have company, especially if it’s for student council. Then you call Soonmi back.“BITCH!” She screams as soon as she picks up her phone. “Spill that tea! What’d the mysterious Min Yoonji want?”“She’s coming over. She called me cute.” You respond weakly, your stomach turning at the prospect of Yoonji being here. In your room.Your phone’s speaker crackles at how loud Soonmi’s voice gets. She’s always been very excitable.“Oh my god! Literally no one has ever been able to crack Yoonji, if you do it, you’ll seriously be like… the most popular girl in school. What the fuck? And she called you cute? I’m seriously shook. Who knew Yoonji had a heart buried under all that ice.”She kept rambling as you stare blankly. You glance around your room. It was decidedly feminine, pink curtains, cream colored walls, a pink bedspread. You’d always liked your room, likening it to a page out of one of those garden magazines your mother used to buy. But imagining Min Yoonji standing in here, like the queen of darkness herself, you felt a bit faint. She would think it was childish, wouldn’t she?“Bitch??? Hey bitch, you there?” Soonmi’s voice manages to break through your worried daydream.“Sorry, I’m here. I’m just nervous!” You respond and Soonmi calms down immediately. “Why are you nervous?” She asks.“It’s just… Yoonji. She makes me really nervous, like… stutter nervous. I don’t know. It’s so lame, but she’s really, like, cool? I guess? I want her to like me. Plus I need her help if I want to win this election.”“Listen. You really shouldn’t worry so much. Yoonji is just a girl, you know? She’s just a tough nut to crack. Just be yourself and it’ll be fine. If she doesn’t like you then she’s a goddamn idiot, I’m serious. Plus… she at least likes you a little bit? She called you cute, didn’t she?”You smile softly. Even though Soonmi can be a handful, she’s always supportive when you need her to be.Before you get the chance to tell her so, there’s a knock on your door. You hear your mother answer it, and your stomach drops down to your feet.“Oh fuck, I gotta go, she’s here.” You don’t wait for her response, hanging up and bouncing to your feet. Soonmi will understand, she’s done the same thing to you a bunch of times. Usually that’s when she has boys over, but still.You straighten your skirt and blanche as you realize you have the first few buttons of your blouse undone, something you’d done as you’d taken off your bowtie when you’d come home.There’s no time to fix it though, because your door swings open. Your mother smiles at you, before shuffling Yoonji inside your room and closing the door as the exits.Yoonji’s still in her uniform, and she gives you a once over, her eyes lingering at the top of your shirt. Then she takes a cursory look around your room, smirking slightly at it.“This is cute.” She says. “Just what I imagined your room to look like.”You don’t respond, and Yoonji doesn’t expect you to. Still though, your cheeks heat up at the thought of Yoonji imagining being here, in your room.“So,” she says, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, crossing her legs demurely, since she’s still in her uniform as well. “What were your plans on the election. How are we going to announce our partnership?”“W-Well, by this time next week I have to report my running mate to–”“No, that’s not quickly enough. It’s already public that Jimin is running with that girl. They can’t be afforded any more of a headstart than the one that they already have.”“You’re really taking this seriously, huh? Thank you.” You blurt out, and you feel your cheeks redden more at your careless words.“Are you going to keep standing in the middle of the room?” Yoonji scoffs in response, choosing not to acknowledge what you’d said. “You’re being annoying. Come here.” She reaches out and grabs your forearm, pulling you toward the bed with surprising strength.Her touch catches you off guard and you stumble a bit, tripping and awkwardly crashing into Yoonji’s body. She heaves an exasperated sigh as she easily steadies you, her arms catching your hips and maneuvering you easily into the space next to her on the bed. Much to your surprise, she doesn’t admonish you for your clumsiness, and in your mortification, you’re too overwhelmed to apologize either.She doesn’t seem to care either way, though, and as she lets out another sigh, you realize how close you are to her.You scooch yourself back quickly, crossing your legs and sitting so you can face the older girl before you. Yoonji moves as well, shifting to rest gently on her hips so she can face you as well. You’re unsure of what to say, and Yoonji trails one of her hands through her short dark hair. You’re struck with a pang of jealousy at how beautiful she is. No wonder all the boys at school are trying to sleep with her.“So?” She tries again, with slightly less patience. “Do you know how we can announce our running together? Or do I have to come up with that on my own?”“N-No, I can think of something!” You retort. “What if we just… old school announced it over the intercom at the beginning of the day? Soonmi does morning announcements so…”Yoonji nods swiftly.“Fine. And another thing… about your buttons…” She says, glancing to the visible one she can see adorning your backpack.“What about my buttons?” You’re immediately defensive, you can’t help it. You worked hard on those buttons! Yoonji can’t come in here and just take over completely? The buttons are important to you!“Relax, princess.” She says, and a shiver shoots up your back at her pet name. “They’re cute,” her eyes briefly rake over you, “like you. I don’t want to change them. I was going to say, don’t you think we should add my name to them too?”“Y-You like my buttons…?” You question incredulously.“Yes.”“And… you want your name to be on my buttons?”“Yes.”“With my name and everything?” Your heartbeat, which had been racing like a rabbit’s since Yoonji had entered your room, was now pounding. Soaring, almost. You aren’t sure why the prospect of Yoonji’s name sitting snugly with yours was so appealing, but as your cheeks flush once more, you can’t deny that the thought makes you happy.“Of course. I’m running with you, aren’t I?” She huffs.In an uncontrollable gesture, you leap at her, wrapping your arms around her neck and hugging tightly. She’s visibly taken aback by the gesture, and you immediately feel her hands venture to your hips to push you off of her. She hesitates though, and at the happy little squeak you emit, she changes course and wraps her arms around you as well.The hug is brief, but you don’t think you’ve ever felt happier. You whine slightly as Yoonji undoes her arms from around your waist, holding onto her neck tightly, unwilling to lose the moment. Her movements are gentle at first, but soon she becomes impatient.You’re not quite sure how it happens, but Yoonji flips you quickly, your back pressing into the bed beneath you as she hovers above you, your arms still around her neck.You’re paralyzed, Yoonji’s dark eyes piercing into yours. She slowly pulls your hands off of her, but pins them down to the bed in a word of warning.“Don’t be a brat, princess.” She whispers. “You wont like what happens.”“Y-Yoonji, w-what are you–” you stutter, trying to rationalize what had just happened.“I have to leave.” She says, again in that uncharacteristically quiet voice. “I’ll come back tomorrow. After we’ve announced we’re running. We can talk more then.”With that Yoonji is up, and out of your room before you can even bid her a proper goodbye.You however, are still frozen on your bed. Wondering what the actual fuck just happened.***Yoongi stumbles into his house blindly. It’s just late enough for him to be shrouded in darkness when he enters, but he doesn’t mind. He lets his back fall against the door and tries to breathe. He needs to get a fucking hold of himself.He’s never been more grateful to have parents who are never home.He dashes up to his room, locking the door behind him as he enters. Geez, you had really gotten under his skin - metaphorically and literally, he supposes. He’d known you were cute, obviously. That’s why he even bothered to listen to you talking in the first place. And then the idea of Jimin losing to him was too good to pass up, that aggravating creep. He just couldn’t get a clue, no matter how many times Yoongi rebuked his advances. Yoongi had almost blown the whole thing one day, when he had had enough. How satisfying, he imagined, it would be to watch Jimin’s face twist in horror when he learned that Yoongi had a dick, was a man…If only that was a possibility.You though, were another story. Yoongi had noticed you the year before. You had always been kind of popular, but after you broke up with your long term boyfriend, your popularity had skyrocketed again. Yoongi had admired the way you’d politely declined all the skeevy teenaged school boys’ advances. He was never that nice to them.He knew you were pretty, he wasn’t blind. But he tried to respect you. He didn’t like getting leered at, so he imagined you sure as hell didn’t. Especially when you were actually helpless when he wasn’t. So he kept his distance.Plus there was that whole thing where he was a girl, or whatever.But today, god. It was too much for him to deny, really. You were so nervous around him, and he hated that it turned him on, but it did. He chalked it up to unavoidable exposure to toxic masculinity or something. But damn if you didn’t look cute as hell, stuttering away, blushing. All because of him - or… her, as it were.And your room. Your pretty pink room. Fuck, he was just one man. How many fantasies could one girl encompass? You were going to be the death of him.He flops down on his bed, pressing his forearm down over his eyes. For a few moments, his mind stays blissfully empty, but soon enough, you pop back in.You always looked so fucking happy when he gave you what you wanted. That cute little smile that scrunched up your nose a bit. Jesus, he’d really give you just about anything if you’d always smile like that. It was almost as good as when you blushed.And it was so so easy to get you to blush. The red colored your cheeks and trailed down your neck. Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder just how low that flush would dip.His dick twitched in his tight boxer shorts at the thought and he groans in annoyance. Still though, he allows himself the pleasure of trailing his hand down to the hem of his uniform’s skirt, flipping it up, and palming over his semi-hard length.Yoongi thought of the tantalizing way your shirt had been unbuttoned; just two innocent little buttons and it had his mouth watering. He could imagine your sighs and gasps as he unbuttoned it the rest of the way. Soft little mewls escaping from you as his mouth explored inch upon inch of newly exposed skin. You would whine his name, he’s sure, in that sweet, soft, lilting voice of yours. Just begging him to touch you properly, to make you feel good, in your own innocent way.He thrust his tights and boxers down his legs, throwing both over the side of the bed. He hated those tights, and it only added to his arousal to have them off. Yoongi slowly trailed his fingers up his thighs, the way he imagined you would. Your shy little hands shaking slightly as you try to work up the courage to touch him properly.When he finally grasps his length in his hand, he lets out a shaky breath. In his mind’s eye, you are looking at him. You’re wide eyes meeting his.“Y-Yoongi, is this okay?” You ask and he nods, trailing his fingers along your jaw to ease your nerves. Then there was that smile from you again.That devastating smile.“You’re so big, Yoongi,” you coo, and Yoongi allows his hand to speed up slightly, and he lets out a small grunt.You’re under him again, his fantasy rapidly changing, It was still so vivid in his mind, the way you had looked so shocked and adorably confused. And when he’d held your hands down, he had felt the proverbial nail in his fucking coffin. You’d unknowingly squeezed your thighs together, Yoongi had felt the movement against his thighs.Yoongi had gotten hard right there. The skirt that was now hiked up around his waist only did so much to hide it and he couldn’t let you see. So he’d run.He’d left you there all wet and wanting. Not that you even realized it yet. He was Yoonji afterall. He’d never heard of you swinging that way.He wants to fuck you in your school skirt, and he hates himself for it. But he just knows that his dick would look perfect pressing into your tight pussy, your panties pushed to the side and your skirt still sitting on your hips. Maybe you’ll even let him fuck you at school. Let him cum inside of you and walk around the rest of the day smelling like him.His hand twisted as the images in his head got dirtier and dirtier; you crawling into his lap and moving your hips, grinding. Throwing your head back as his name spilled from your lips over and over again; your perfect rosey mouth wrapped around his length, your eyes watering as he uses your hair to fuck into your throat. But he knows you’ll love it, he just fucking knows you would; Him spanking your ass till it was as red as your face got when he talked to you; He imagined Jimin walking in on the two of you, leaving horrified as he realizes the two most fuckable girls in school were fucking each other; Him eating out your sweet pussy whenever he wants. In school closests, on top of your pretty pink bedspread, in public restrooms; You begging him to let you cum, to fuck you good and hard like no one else had before, to fill you up with his cum and make sure the only thing you could remember was how good it felt to get pounded by his cock; your sweet voice keening in his ear as he fucked you, “Yoongi, Yoongi, please cum inside of me, god! I need to feel you! Want you to fill me up!” The thought of such a good girl, his good girl, getting dirty just for him, only for him.“Oh fuck.”Yoongi cums suddenly, with a sharp grunt. It’s an earth-shattering orgasm, one he was sure would only be topped by actually fucking you.He’s soiled his uniform, he notices as he calms down. God fucking damn it, what in the hell were you doing to him?! Now he had laundry to do.
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“You’re a fucking liar! She did not!” You were back on the phone with Soonmi. This time you were glad though, relaying the details of this conversation would have been so much more embarrassing if you didn’t have a phone to hide behind.Soonmi couldn’t tell how red you were, and you felt honestly blessed because of it.“I’m not lying, that’s really what happened!”“Do you think she’s gay?” Soonmi asks, and you’re caught off guard.“Oh… I never thought about it, I guess? I’m not sure if she’s gay.” You puzzle.“I mean, that would make a lot of things make sense…” Soonmi continues, “she basically hates Jimin, she’s super antisocial, she doesn’t wear makeup, her fingernails are super short! Plus, she calls you cute and also sometimes I guess she pins you to your fucking bed.”You giggle quietly into your palm, embarrassed.“Soonmi, just about all of those things are really stereotypical representations of being gay! Actually, most of them don’t even make sense. So stop! Even if she is gay it doesn’t matter.”“I know, I know… but I don’t know, maybe she likes you! I understand that if she was gay it wouldn’t necessarily mean she liked you, but! I mean look at you! The only person I know who wouldn’t eat you out is Jimin, and that’s because he has some weird loyalty boner for Yoonji. Oh my god imagine him finding out she likes you!” Soonmi rambled.“She doesn’t! Besides, I don’t even like girls that way.” You shrug.“Don’t knock it till you’ve at least tried it.” Soonmi pouts. “One time a girl fingered me at summer camp - completely consensual, of course - and I came so hard I passed out!”You’re sure your cheeks have gone an even darker shade of red than before.“Plus like, it’s not like you have to only choose one. Sexuality is fluid or something. I don’t really care that much. All I’m saying is don’t block off the idea completely. I mean, oh my god? Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with! But I’m just saying that you two would be the ultimate power couple, and I’d definitely masturbate to the thought of you fucking.”Soonmi’s explicit description has you guffawing in an uncharacteristic way.“Okay, okay.” You relent. “I won’t close myself off to the idea. Thank you for the advice. She says she’s coming over again tomorrow, so I’ll obviously tell you how that goes. Oh! Before I forget, tomorrow, during the morning announcements--”*** The entire school had screamed when you and Yoonji announced you were running together. You have to admit, it was a little bit glorious to have this much attention directed your way.At lunch, Yoonji had made an effort to wave to you before shuffling back to wherever it was she was going, and the people around looked as if they’d seen some sort of miracle. Yoonji texted you just before the bell rang, instructing you to wait by the school’s gate so the two of you could head to your house together; and it’s there, waiting with baited breath, that Jimin found you.“Hey!” He says cheerfully, “I heard about you running with Yoonji! That’s super cool!”You smile politely at him.“May the best duo win!” He quips, but the look on his face is one of genuine happiness and excitement.He is a nice boy, Jimin. You sort of wonder why Yoonji doesn’t like him.Speak of the devil, Yoonji appears before you as you’re looking up at Jimin. She blocks your view of the slightly shorter boy behind her.“Come on, let’s go.” Yoonji says, grasping you by the hand and pulling you along behind her without a word to Jimin.You stumble along quickly, but you do turn to wave at the boy you’d been forced to leave behind.His eyes, which had looked crestfallen at Yoonji’s blatant disregard, seem to lighten up a bit at your enthusiastic wave. He puts his hand up too, and waves slowly back, a smile starting to stretch along his face.Yoonji tugs you a bit faster.“Come on, don’t waste time on that moron.”You cast one last look at the boy, but ultimately, follow Yoonji’s command. You don’t want to make her upset. Nothing that would risk your election. Still though, you wonder why she hates Jimin, or seems to hate Jimin, as much as she does. He really isn’t so bad. A little forward, perhaps, but he was never inappropriate like some of the other boys were. You figure Yoonji has her reasons, and you aren’t about to go judging her when you don’t have all the facts.You quietly contemplate this until Yoonji is dragging you through your front door. You are momentarily surprised that she remembered the way, but it doesn’t last very long. Your parents aren’t home yet, and so Yoonji doesn’t bother to act more proper in the house (although, in all honesty, you aren’t sure if your parents being home really made a difference on that either way.) She tugs you all the way into your room, and then lets you go, motioning to the bed in an instruction to sit.Again, you do as you’re told, and when you face her again, she’s gazing at you with her hands on her thin hips.“I can literally hear the gears turning in your head. What is it?” She asks.“N-Nothing.” You say, and Yoonji just stares.“I guess,” you force out, “I was wondering why you are so mean to Jimin… I mean! Not that it’s any of my business. I was just curious.”“You’re right. It’s none of your business.” She says curtly, and you think you feel your heart drop down into your toes.Your expression must have shown how disheartened you were because Yoonji sighs heavily.“Hey. Don’t be like that, brat. I just… Jimin. He won’t take no for an answer. I want him to leave me alone, but he thinks I’m playing coy or something. Do I look like that’s something I would do? No.” She huffs and flops on your bed. You’d consider it unladylike if it weren’t for the great amount of care she took making sure her skirt and blouse stayed in their rightful places.“I never really thought of it that way.” You mumble.“No one ever does.” She turns on her side so she’s facing you. Your positions force her to look up at you, and while you’re momentarily caught off guard by the shift in metaphoric power, you’re also helpless to notice her beauty. Your heart skips a beat as you look down at her, and you can’t help but think of what Soonmi had told you last night over the phone.“I-Is he just not your type?” You ask, in an attempt to break the moment.Yoonji chuckles lowly in response. “No, he’s definitely not my type.”“O-Oh. What is your type then?” You ask. You hope it comes off as nonchalant. Why were you even getting confused anyway? This was all Soonmi’s fault. She was definitely going to get a bitching out from you later.Yoonji eyes you carefully, her gaze flitting over each part of your face as if to search for something within it.“I like… people who are more feminine, usually.” She says, finally.“More feminine than Jimin?!” You blurt out. “Is that even possible?”Yoonji chuckles at your outburst before fixing you with a stare.“It is… I mean, women are much more feminine than Jimin, don’t you think?”Your mouth goes a bit dry.“Oh.” You say quietly.Yoonji sits up now, facing you.“Is that okay? That I like women?” She asks. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”You shake your head, your eyes falling down to the pattern in your soft blanket. You bite down on your lower lip, trying to figure out what to say. Of course you don’t care that Yoonji is gay. Or… maybe you did care? Not that it was a bad thing though, regardless.Her finger catches your chin, and you’re forced to look at her.“You know I would never do anything to you right? Just because I like girls it doesn’t mean I’d do anything to you.” She says it softly and your heart falls again. You’re not quite sure why, though. Yoonji was being uncharacteristically sweet, and even with your chest heavy, you can’t help but focus on the fingertip tilting your chin up.“Are you going to say something?” She asks.“There’s nothing wrong with being gay.” You say finally.“I’m bisexual, actually.” She responds, letting your chin drop and shifting to lean back on her arms.“There’s nothing wrong with that either.”“Well I’m glad you know that. I don’t think many kids at school would be happy if they knew.” She sighs. “Anyway, though. I told you about me. What about you?”“What about me?” You shoot back. “Are you asking if I’m gay?”“Sure.” Yoonji really had a way with words.“I’m…” You consider yourself for a moment. “I don’t know. I’ve only ever slept with one person, and it was a boy. But I know that doesn’t mean anything.”“Was he good?” Yoonji probes.“Oh my god! Yoonji!” You blush, and turn to bury your face in your pillows.“Come on, aren’t we friends?” She teases, and your heartbeat speeds up at the word. “I just want to know if that boy was treating you right!”She attempts to tug your red face out of your pillows, but the plan backfires. You’ll be darned if you have to answer this question while looking at her. You use her own strength against her, clinging to her wrist for a moment longer than she expected. The outcome is your face suddenly being buried in her shoulder. Still hidden from her curious gaze.It’s the closest you’ve ever been, sitting side by side, your head pressed against her neck, and while Yoonji is surprised, she doesn’t push you away. You figure she’s just grateful you didn’t ditch her as soon as you found out she was bi.“He was terrible.” You whisper, “in bed I mean. So bad.”“Really? How come?” You feel her chuckle slightly.“Oh my god. I’ll tell you but you can’t tell anyone. Even Soonmi doesn’t know.”“Who would I tell?” She reassures you.“Okay… Jihoon… He never made me, you know… finish…”“What?!” She cries, pulling your face from her shoulder. “He never made you cum?!”You shush her, hoping to quell your own embarrassment in the process.“How is that even possible?” Yoonji virtually cries. “It’s so easy to get a girl to cum? You just stop being selfish for two seconds? Was he just really bad at eating you out or something?”Your mouth opens and closes like a fish a few times, until realization dawns on Yoonji’s face.“Holy fuck, he never ate you out?!” She seems scandalized by the entire premise. “He had you and he never ate you out?! Who does he think he is? DJ Khaled?!”You shook your head, bringing your hands up to your cheeks to try and cool them down.“So… you’ve never been eaten out then?” She asks. So much for trying to get rid of your blush.“Yoonji!” You whine. “Stop, it’s embarrassing.”“Fine, fine.” She relents. “Well… If you’re ever desperate for it, just ask me. I’ll make sure to do it right.” She flops down on her back and smiles cheekily at you to let you know that she was joking. She sticks out her tongue and wiggles it playfully at you.And it’s like the floodgates open.It’s not like you hadn’t thought about women sexually before. I mean, everyone does a little bit, right? But suddenly, it wasn’t nameless women in porn videos or dirty magazines. It was Yoonji. Living, breathing, right-there-in-front-of-you Yoonji. You imagined what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her. To be touched by her. And you were suddenly stuck in the deep end, unsure how you got here in the first place.“Hey.” Yoonji interrupts your fantasy. “You all good?”“Y-Yeah. S-Sorry. Let’s, uh, work on this student council stuff.”***This girl is going to be the death of him, he’s sure. She’s so easy to read, it’s fucking maddening. He can tell as soon as he says it that she’s thinking about it. Thinking about him between her thighs and pleasuring her the way literally no one has before.Yoongi is trying to keep his cool, but it’s hard. He’s hard.It can’t be healthy to get hard this often over one girl. But here he is, dressed in a fucking skirt, sitting on the girls fucking bed, at half mast. He’s lucky she’s one of those girls who keeps way too many pillows around. And he’s lucky that it’s inconspicuous for him to hold one in his lap. Everyone thinking he’s a girl had to have some perks, right?Yoongi can’t fucking believe that no one’s been between your legs before. He knows he’s pretty new to the whole knowing you thing, but even with that in mind he’s sure he wouldn’t mind living and dying with his face shoved in your pussy. If you took him up on his offer right now, he would absolutely die a happy man.It’s difficult to focus on this campaign when he’s too busy wishing he was fucking you. He does want to win though. That hasn’t changed. He wants to see Jimin go down. Especially after he caught him talking to you this afternoon. Jimin’s eyes were a little too bright when he looked at you, and Yoongi can’t say he’s a fan of the idea. Jimin is handsome, Yoongi can admit it, and the thought of that brat trying to get into your pants made his fuckin’ blood boil.“Y-Yoonji?” You stutter, pulling the boy away from his internal fuming.“What.” He snaps a little too crossly, and you flinch.Oh shit.“Just, you weren’t really listening.”“Sorry princess.” The pet name rolls off his tongue, and he internally delights in the way your cheeks visibly redden at his words. “Something is just on my mind.”“Oh! What is it?” You say, all too innocently. Of course Yoongi knows that you have no way of knowing what’s going on inside his filthy brain, but the way your eyes widen in interest makes his mind run rampant with even more lewd suggestions.“Curiosity killed the cat.” He settles on telling you.“Yoonji—” You pout, clinging to his arm, “you said we were friends! Tell me, woman to woman, I’ll keep your secret safe.”You hold out your pinky to him, a sign of your promise, and he begrudgingly wraps his own around yours. You’re far too cute for your own good.“I was just thinking that Jimin was getting a little too close to you today.” He admits, and you cock your head to the side.“What do you mean?” You question.“I mean, I think he’s going to start flirting with you soon. The way he was talking to you reminded me of how he acted with me when I first moved here.” It’s almost surprising to Yoongi, how easy it is to let his actual thoughts roll off his tongue. He’s always been a bit of a solitary boy, even more so when playing a girl. Of course he’d had acquaintances before, but none that he actually cared about talking to like he did you. He blames his hormones.“Oh, no, I don’t think so.” You dismiss easily, and Yoongi is tempted to roll his eyes. “Everyone at school knows that Jimin only has the hots for you, Yoonji! He couldn’t like me.”There’s no room for argument in your tone. But that’s never stopped Yoongi before, and it won’t stop him now.“I just think that maybe he’ll finally come around and like someone else.” He says, a bit harshly. “You didn’t see the way he was looking at you.”“Yoonji, he seriously wasn’t! He’s so into you!”You’re too blind for your own goddamn good.“Anyway,” you continue, “What does it even matter if Jimin starts to like me? He doesn’t! I’m just saying, for arguments sake, what would it matter if he did? Would you be jealous that I’m taking your man away?”The way you ask it is so innocent, that Yoongi can’t be mad. Your stupid doe eyes bore into his own in wait of a response and he’s momentarily paralyzed with something he can’t define. If you were literally anyone else he’d be tearing into you for even suggesting that he might be into Jimin. But with you it’s just… so fucking cute. You’re too oblivious. Yoongi isn’t sure how you’ve managed to survive this long.“I’m jealous, but not of you taking my man.” Yoongi admits.“What do you mean?” You’re just full of questions. Yoongi says nothing, simply glancing down at the list of tasks you’d been working on before this conversation even happened. This ridiculous conversation.If you’re annoyed by his sudden disregard of your question, you don’t show it. Instead, you simply scooch over and begin to explain in detail the bullets on your list. Yoongi is listening properly this time, as you rant about school policies that you want to change and budget shifts you want to propose, but even as you speak, his eyes are drawn to the animated way in which you talk with your hands. Your dainty fingers flailing wildly as you get particularly excited about the idea you’ve come up with for the music department's budget. His eyes also trail down to your lips, watching the way they curve over each word you speak so gently, as if you thought you’d break the air if you spoke with any more force. It was ridiculous. You were ridiculous. And Yoongi was ridiculous for wanting you.