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Yoonji refuses to believe it. Nope, she couldn’t care less.
Nope, nope, nope.
“Yeah, they said something about her going to the party with Jimin?” Namjoo replies to Nayeon, her mouth stuffed full of rice and meat.Somehow, Seokjin still looks at his girlfriend with the biggest heart eyes the universe has ever seen. But then again, Seokjin has made it his mission to let Yoonji know all about her so-called “emotional constipation”.
Fair play, Kim.
“Didn’t he break up with Sana last week?” Nayeon frowns in confusion.“Jin, you’re friends with him.” Namjoo finally swallows the mushy wad of food. “Is it true?”Yoonji ignores the uncomfortable itch in the pit of her stomach and tries to focus on finishing her own food before the bell rings for her next class to start. “Jimin did mention to us that he wanted to find someone to go with to Seulgi’s party on Saturday, but I didn’t think that he would ask her.” Seokjin hums. “Now that you’ve mentioned it, it makes sense why he’d ask her. They’ve been spending a lot of time together afterschool ever since Mr. Kang made them partners for the anatomy project.”“Oh, doing what?” Namjoo asks innocently.Obnoxious giggling erupts from Yoonji’s right.“Probably exploring their own anatomies.” The youngest of the group, Jungkook, snorts as he goes to take a sip of his milk.Suddenly, all eyes are on Jungkook as he squawks in pain, spewing the milk across the table and slamming his knee against the underside of the table.“Oops, leg twitch.” Yoonji deadpans.Jungkook awkwardly turns back around to Taehyung who hands him a napkin before Yoonji could threaten to break one of his limbs (again). Namjoo sends Yoonji a knowing look that read “stop harming the poor boy” and “I know why you did that”. Like always, Yoonji goes back to chewing on her rice.
Out of sight, out of mind.
However, it’s kind of hard to keep what is bothering her out of sight when it’s everywhere she goes.In her biology class, in her P.E. class, and afterschool in the parking lot. Even in her dreams.You’re constantly on her mind, and Yoonji hates it. It’s too warm and bubbly inside her gut, almost as though she’s a little kid waiting in line for a rollercoaster, finally brave enough to get on only to realize that it was a huge mistake.Yoonji has two choices – forget you and suffer through the horrors of high school life until graduation or suck it up and make the first move before Jimin could. Ever so the pessimist, Yoonji prefers to play it safe and suffer in silence. Namjoo, ever so the enthusiastic enabler, has another idea.“Hey, Y/N! Jimin!” Yoonji’s shoulders stiffen immediately. “Come sit with us!”“Hi, guys! Sorry we’re a little late, lunch line was long, and Old Man Jung wouldn’t give me another milk carton.” You sigh dramatically as you drop your schoolbag onto the crusty cafeteria floor.Yoonji’s heart flutters at your dulcet tones, almost as if honey drips from your lips. She wonders if they would taste just as sweet.“What’s up, man?”Yoonji twitches at the blond-haired boy who slaps palms with Jungkook and Taehyung, performing a stupid handshake that they no doubt made back in middle school. His cheery smile might distract you, but Yoonji could see through the façade – the stupid façade that she has decided she hates with all of her might.“Hey, Yoonji,” you greet sweetly as you settle into your seat in-between Namjoo and Jimin, right in front of Yoonji. “you ready for the stat exam on Friday?”The mention of the dreaded math exam drags Yoonji back into reality. Yoonji groans as if in pain and smacks her hands over her face in frustration, uncaring that she may have wiped away the winged eyeliner Namjoo applied that morning. At the sound of Namjoo’s huff of contempt, she probably did.You laugh heartily, “I feel the same way. If you want, we can study together beforehand?”Yoonji perks up instantly at the idea of spending an entire afternoon with you. Perhaps this will be her chance to step her game up and finally tell you the truth, hopefully ending with the ultimate happily-ever-after.
Get your head out of your ass, Min.
“Just not tomorrow though, Jimin and I are going to see Infinity War.” You roll your eyes playfully. “He’s been whining about it ever since the first trailer came out.”You nudge Jimin’s shoulders who breaks away from his conversation with Jungkook to shove you back with an equally teasing smile. You are completely oblivious to the dramatic fall of Yoonji’s grin and the sympathetic glance from Namjoo before she turns to her boyfriend as he retells his story about eating ten lobsters in one sitting during his family vacation last year. Despite all the people crowding around her, Yoonji still manages to feel like an outsider.“Y-yeah, that’s fine by me. Wednesday then?” Yoonji scratches behind her ear.“Totally, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
She wouldn’t miss it for the world, huh? Suck my nonexistent dick, Park.
“Oh!” You exclaim abruptly. “Are you going to the party on Saturday? Everyone’s coming – me, Namjoo, Seokjin, Taehyung, Jimin…”Your voice slightly trails off as you shove a spoonful of rice into your mouth while talking with the girl in front of you. Yoonji grins as she reaches over to flick away the grain of rice that attached itself to your lip. Realizing what she just did, she coughs and pulls her hand back into her lap, acting as if nothing had just happened. Namjoo snorts as she watches from her seat. ‘Whipped!’“Eh, parties aren’t really my scene.” Yoonji forces a casual shrug. “Plus, someone has to watch over Holly over the weekend.”This is a slight lie – Yoonji’s brother Yoongi would be at home all weekend with her, being (somewhat) capable of taking care of the little dog. At the same time, however, Yoonji knows her brother well enough to know that his carelessness might lead to Holly running out into the streets and Yoonji being the one to chase after him because his legs would just so happen to start cramping. It's a miracle the boy is still functioning as a human being.“Oh yeah, how is he? I miss seeing him around the neighborhood when you’d walk with in the morning!” You coo at the thought of the cute little chestnut brown poodle.“H-he’s good.” Yoonji coughs. “Still doesn’t know how to use the bathroom outside, but he’s getting better.”“Yeah, maybe next time you can bring Holly when me and Jimin go to walk our dogs! It’s been really nice weather so far.” You suggest brightly.“M-maybe…” Yoonji’s voice fades into a low mumble.Yoonji is brought out of her self-pity mode when the lunch bell rings, signifying the end of the period and the transition into the second to last class of the day. You pout when you realize that you haven’t finished your food.“Come on, babe, off to English.” Jimin said teasingly as he takes your tray from you and leads you away to the exit.
Babe.
Yoonji watches pathetically as you wave goodbye and follow Jimin out of the lunchroom to attend your English class.“See you later, Yoonji,” Namjoo calls out. “Don’t be late.”Yoonji wishes she could ignore the double meaning behind her best friend’s words. Wednesday comes faster than Yoonji had anticipated. The butterflies swarming the pit of her stomach can’t seem to calm down, even after Yoonji’s quick smoke outside the schoolgrounds during their lunchbreak. Not one of her best habits, but it does its job for the meantime.“Hi! Sorry I’m late!” Yoonji turns in time to watch you dash across the parking lot. “Mr. Lee kept us late because Jungkook thought it was funny to dump a milk carton on the stack of homework.”“Sounds like a drag.” Yoonji’s lips slant in sympathy.She grabs your backpack from you, ignoring your refusals and tossing the bag into the backseats. The two of you slip inside and drive back to Yoonji’s house for some much-needed studying for the devil test you two had in two days. It’s probably not a good idea to study just two days before the exam, but who studies nowadays?“Welcome to my humble abode,” Yoonji drawls as she unlocks and push through the front door, “that’ll be 50 dollars.”“Wow, Min, you trying to drain me of my savings already?” You tease back, kicking off your shoes and putting on the cute yellow house slippers that waited for you by the shoe rack.“I got to make a living somehow, sweetheart.” The nickname slips before Yoonji could stop herself, but you thankfully don’t mind it.Unbeknownst to Yoonji, you loved it.Holly greets the two of you at the top of the stairs, yipping happily at the sight of his owner and a familiar guest.“Hi, Holly! Did ya miss me?” You giggle as Holly licks your cheek, his little tail wagging intensely at all the love he’s receiving.“Hey, don’t steal her away from me.” Yoonji scolds sarcastically.Yoonji can practically hear Namjoo in her head. ‘Min, you corny bitch.’Patting the poodle one last time, you follow Yoonji into her room, laughing at the amount of paper stacked on her desk and the massive laundry load inside a wicker basket just waiting to be folded. Her bed is neatly made, but you can spot a bra or two peeking out from underneath the bed. Yoonji’s lucky that she stashed away her small collection of…special toys…in the closet – she couldn’t imagine the embarrassment if you found one of them poking through.“So, you ready to fail this exam on Friday?” You sigh as you plop down on Yoonji’s mattress.The image of you undressed and spread out across her bedsheets, begging for her – whining for her to do something – pops into her head with no warning.“…Yoonji, you good?” Yoonji shakes out of her thoughts.“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just tired from today.”“You’re telling me.” You yawn tiredly. “I can’t wait until graduation. Then – we’re finally gone! Goodbye hell school!”“Yeah…” Yoonji trails off. “Gone.”Yoonji hasn’t given much thought to where she’ll go after graduation, but all she knows is that she wants to make music. Whether it be producing, songwriting, or working in a recording studio – she couldn’t care less. The atmosphere she feels when she’s hearing new music and making her own tracks is unbeatable. Knowing you, you’d be onto bigger and better things – maybe settling into a big city in a country where there’s always something to do and new people to meet. You’d be happy there while Yoonji wastes away in a town that threatens to swallow her whole every day.At least you’d be happy.“I’m thinking about applying to the college that’s about two hours from here, but then again I don’t want to move so far away from you guys!” You theatrically twist your limbs on her bed as if in a tantrum.Yoonji rolls her eyes jokingly. “I don’t think you should plan your life around us. Do what you feel is right, and we’ll keep in touch regardless.”“You promise?” You mutter softly.“Of course…” Yoonji trails on awkwardly, fiddling with nonexistent dirt underneath her already to-the-nub fingernails. “Besides, it wouldn’t be the same without you.”“Aw, Yoonji, I knew you had a soft spot for little ol’ me.” You wink teasingly.Yoonji almost wishes that she could use this moment to confess and to just let go of the baggage weighing down on her chest. But life’s imperfect that way. No matter how much we want something, the world has a funny way of telling us no.“Ha ha, you wish.” You and Yoonji busy yourselves with studying and homework, only really seeing and talking to each other on Friday when you have your math exam in the morning. You spot her from across the classroom and send her two thumbs-up, mouthing “Fighting!” with a cheerful expression. Everyone is nervous about the exam, but at least you take the initiative to stay positive – something Yoonji struggles with on the daily. After sitting through the horrid hour exam and downing two and a half cups of coffee in one sitting – Namjoo finally makes Yoonji to drink water and eat a bagel – she walks with Namjoo to her car, textbooks secure in her arms and keys clutched between two fingers.The day is finally over, and Yoonji could practically taste her afternoon nap.“How’d you think you did?” Namjoo swings her housekeys in a back-and-forth motion, nearly smacking Yoonji in the arm but thankfully redirecting her aim when she catches Yoonji’s glare from the corner of her eye.“Probably terrible. Like I always say, math is the worst subject ever to be created besides P.E.” Yoonji drones robotically.“You’re not wrong about that.” Namjoo trails off as she drags her eyes across the parking lot, almost in search of something. “Her and Jimin seem to be getting pretty serious.” Namjoo says abruptly as she spots the two of you walking together towards Jimin’s car.Yoonji glances at you for a minute. For the first time, Yoonji hates your smile. She hates how you direct it towards someone like Jimin, someone who had never given you the time of day until after he broke up with his girlfriend and went to go look for “fresh meat”. It is selfish thinking, and Yoonji knows it. You weren’t hers to claim – all she could do is hope for something, some kind of sign that her feelings aren’t for naught. Life’s looking a bit disappointing as she wishes to erase the look of happiness shared between you and Jimin, the look of happiness that she wishes she could have for herself.“I suppose so.” Yoonji clenches her jaw.Namjoo stifles a disappointed sigh at the lack of response. She decides that she needs to step it up a bit.“Don’t you think they’d look really cute together?” Namjoo coos excitably, “I heard from Jin that he’s trying to go to the college she’s going to, so mayb—”
Slam!
Namjoo’s heart nearly flings out of her chest at the sudden bang, almost like a gunshot. She didn’t notice that she and Yoonji had already arrived at Yoonji’s car – the loud noise from Yoonji slamming her textbooks down on the roof of the car.“Yeah, cute.” Yoonji spits. “Couple of the year, I’m so happy for them.”Her eyes tear up from anger, but she would be damned if she is going to let herself cry in front of all these strangers in the middle of her high school parking lot. These motherfuckers didn’t deserve to see her tears, especially not Park Jimin.“Let’s go.” Yoonji sniffs, not bothering to look at Namjoo as she slips into the driver’s seat and start the car, desperate to leave the memory of your smile behind in the parking lot. Social media booms with Instagram updates and Snapchat stories the next day about the “totally insane” party Seulgi is hosting at her house with the help of her four best friends. Yoonji stays off her phone to avoid seeing the texts from Namjoo teasing her about not being game enough to attend and worst of all – seeing photos of you with Jimin. Namjoo was quick to apologize for taking the joke too far, to which Yoonji forgives her. She knew that once Namjoo started apologizing, she was going to burst out into ugly tears. Yoonji brushes this off by her usual devil-may-care attitude. She knows that her best friend means well (most of the time), but like a lot of pain, it lingers. It is like a papercut that doesn’t seem so bad at first until you pour alcohol over it. Suddenly, it’s almost unbearable.“Hey, loser, what are you still doing here?”Yoonji rolls her eyes at her brother who stands at her doorway, holding a can of beer and his cell phone in both hands. He had come back from his friend’s house a couple hours ago and wanted to take advantage of the supposedly empty house until their parents come back the next morning from their trip to Yoonji’s grandparents’ house.“What does it look like, genius?” Yoonji retorts, taking one look at her phone and rolling her eyes at how she nearly goes to grab it.
Nobody’s even talking to you, they’re all busy getting wasted and hooking up.
Yoongi rolls his own eyes before striding inside her messy room and plopping down on the edge of her bed.“Well, I heard that Seulgi’s hosting a party that all your friends are at. Why aren’t you there, stupid?”“Not my style.”“Y/N’s there.”Yoonji shoots a dangerous glare, but Yoongi is unphased. “How do you know about her?”“I have eyes and ears everywhere, genius.” Yoongi smirks devilishly. “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that you’re lusting over her tits—Ow!”“Hey!” Yoonji punches his arm, satisfied in his squeak of pain. “I don’t like her just for her tits.”“Oh?” Yoongi questions. “But you’re not denying that you like her?”“U-uh, no, I don’t.” Yoonji stutters."I knew it,” Yoongi claps his hands in satisfaction. “you like her – tits and everything else in between.”“So just fuck her personality, then?” Yoonji deadpans as her brother hops up in excitement.“Come on, man!” Yoongi stomps his feet childishly. “Go out and get some ass! We’re almost graduating, and you still haven’t talked to her about you-know-what.”“Because she doesn’t like me, dumbass.” Yoonji grumbles, picking at a frayed thread on her sweater.“Wow, first I’m a genius, now I’m a dumbass.” Yoongi laughs sardonically. “You are a certified terrible liar, just like Dad whenever he tells Mom that he remembered to send Grandma her birthday card.”Yoonji scoffs as she stands up to go sit at her desk, logging into her computer to pull up the tracks that she has been working on since the beginning of the schoolyear in hopes of getting some real work done. She is in dire need of forgetting this entire week and focusing on more important things like her budding music career (or lack of, according to Yoongi).“Fine then…” Yoongi takes a swig from his beer can and moves to the doorway. “But just so you know, I heard Jimin was gonna ask Y/N out tonight and maybe even to go back to his place... if you know what I mean.”Yoonji nearly smashes her keyboard.“Don’t say I didn’t try to warn you!” Yoongi yells as he escapes her room and heads downstairs to continue his Tokyo Ghoul marathon.
‘Even Kaneki and Touka are better communicators than she and Y/N are, and homies haven’t even talked to each other throughout the whole third season!’
Yoonji stares blankly at the computer screen, manipulating and adding the finishing touches on her tracks. She hopes to send it to the record label she wants to work at this summer – and hopes to sign with them in the near future. Wishful thinking but a goal nonetheless. Her guidance counselor would be impressed. As Yoonji saves her work and shuts the computer for the night, the image of your smile floods her vision once more. Suddenly, it gets harder to breathe inside the stuffy bedroom. The image of Jimin touching you, being inside of you – enough is enough.
No more waiting, no more stalling.
By the time her car parks alongside the driveway of Seulgi’s house, the bass of the music is already rattling her body. It’s as though the whole neighborhood packed themselves inside the house with a sprinkling of teenagers both inside the house and outside on the lawn. Red solo cups once filled with strong concoctions of 1% juice and 99% alcohol litter the driveway, and Yoonji gags at the vomit and shit lining the sidewalk as she enters through the front door.
‘God, this is why I don’t go to these parties.’
She unapologetically shoves through the half-drunk crowd in the hallway in a desperate search for the familiar face. Jungkook and Taehyung are busy playing beer pong – and utterly failing – in the dining room while two girls from Yoonji’s Art History class make out on the couch, hands gripping at each other’s bodies as the music switches to a sensual Weeknd song.“Yoonji! You made it, you big grinch!”While Namjoo is indeed Yoonji’s savior in this weed-drenched, sweaty hell pit of a party, she is not looking for her.“Hey, yeah, great to see you too.” Yoonji rambles quickly, “Where’s Y/N?”“Oh,” Namjoo chortles mischievously, “what for?”“It’s important!” Yoonji groans. “Just tell me!”Namjoo hiccups drunkenly as she points down a hallway teeming with party-goers. “She was sitting outside with Jimin last time I checked...”Without another word, Yoonji shuffles past her drunk best friend and semi-dashes down the hallway, avoiding the couples grinding against each other to the beat of the music and the single men trying to shoot their shot with her. Just as she is about to give up searching through the freakishly tall crowd blocking her way, she notices a lone individual on the balcony. You. As she inches closer to the glass door of the balcony, Yoonji mentally prepares her little speech for you.While it wasn’t a long shot that she is pretty much deeply in love with you, she doesn’t exactly think that ‘Hey, Y/N, I’m totally in love with you and if you want to fuck my brains and then cuddle me afterwards, that’d be great!’ would be a good opener to begin with.“Hey, you…”You turn your head in surprise. You had been in deep thought for the past hour, your night with Jimin cut short after his mother called him to alert him that they were coming home early. In a frantic escape, Jimin yelled a quick goodbye and left you on the balcony, a blunt burning lamely between your fingers. Hearing her out of all people after your brief moment of solitude creates a fuzzy feeling inside your gut – a feeling you knew all too well ever since you moved to the town.“Didn’t expect to see you here.” You flick away the sad stub into the empty flower pot on the coffee table. “I didn’t think parties were Min Yoonji’s style.”“Well, here I am…” Yoonji jokes lamely. “Should I not be here then?”“No…” Yoonji’s lips turn down into a pout. “Wait, I mean, yes, you should be here. With me. H-here. Yeah.”“Where’s Jimin? I thought you guys came together.” Yoonji questions carefully as she goes to replace the seat he had been occupying an hour ago.She didn’t want to seem too interested in his whereabouts, but it was suspicious how he just up and left without taking you with him. Yoonji is ready to fight a bitch if he did anything to hurt you.“Oh, he had to rush home to avoid getting killed by his parents.” You laugh quietly, running a hand through your messy hair. They came back from their Maldives trip early, and Jimin left his brother at home with leftover pizza and no supervision.”“Oh, t-that sucks.”
What a romantic, Min Yoonji. Women just swoon at your every word.
“Yeah, but it’s okay, I understand. I’ve just been sitting out here, thinking.” You stare up at the full moon shining brightly into your pupils before turning back to face the brunette. “Now, why is the infamous Min Yoonji here instead of sleeping in on this glorious Saturday night?”“Oh, well, the t-thing is…” Yoonji stammers gawkily. “I have s-something to say…to you.”“Oh?” You perk up. “What about?”“Us.”“Oh.” Yoonji feels her heart plummet to the ground. This is already such a bad idea. “What about…us?”
Here goes nothing, Min. You can do it.
“I—”“Hey guys! What’s going on out here?”Yoonji clenches her hands into two tight fists at the intruders, their snarky smiles plastered on their sweaty faces. It’s almost as if destiny is telling Yoonji to go fuck herself and give up already. What’s the use anymore? “Hey, Jungkook. We’re just hanging out and talking.” You smile politely.If Yoonji had just looked a little closer, she would see how you strained your voice, holding back your irritation at the appearance of your two dumb but strangely lovable friends. “Oh shit!” Yoonji doesn’t like his condescending tone.“I see what’s going on here.” Jungkook starts giggling like a madman to himself. Taehyung rolls his eyes but keeps his silence as he watches the conversation – more like telenovela – unfold.“What’s so funny?” You mumble irritably.“Did she tell you that she’s in love with you yet?”Yoonji just might throw up. Right here, on Jungkook’s expensive sneakers. Fat chunks and all.“Oh, man, did you not get that part yet?” Jungkook slurs as he notices your eyes bulge from your head. “Oh well, now you know. She’s been thirsting over your tits for the past year and a half.”Yoonji hates how the embarrassment comes too natural to her. Tears flood the corner of her eyes, and Yoonji is too weak to stop them this time. It’s like nothing she tries works out and instead, she’s forced to watch you crush the pieces of her broken heart.“I’m sorry.” Yoonji chokes on a sob as she stumbles past Jungkook’s heavy shoulder in a mad dash back inside the house and to her car.After this, she doesn’t know if she can look at you again. Maybe her parents will understand why she wants to drop out of high school and become a hermit living at home for the rest of her natural-born life.“Yoonji!” You cry out, barreling past Jungkook and Taehyung as you chase after her.“Way to go, Jungkook.” Taehyung snorts. “Can’t wait for your ass to get kicked on Monday.”“Hmm?” Jungkook hums drunkenly. “They’ll thank me soon enough.” “Yoonji, wait!”Out of pride, Yoonji continues towards her car, clutching to her car keys for dear life. Ignoring your desperate calls behind her hurt, but being outed before she could confess to you in her own way hurt even more.“Yoonji, please stop!” A tiny hand grabs at Yoonji’s elbow, pushing her back against the car door.Yoonji is slightly surprised at your show of strength, but it quickly disappears at the sight of your distress.“What do you want?” Yoonji mutters, her eyes staring at the piece of gum stuck to the asphalt. “You can’t just leave, especially not after a bomb like that…”“Look, I’m s-sorry if I make you uncomfortable.” Yoonji stammers past the tears that threaten to fall from her eyes. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, and I understand if you’re disgusted and never want to talk to me again.”Your own eyes widen, “Yoonji, no, don’t think that! I’m…”With a deep breath – in and out – you start again. “You don’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, it’s the complete opposite.” Yoonji quirks an eyebrow in confusion, sniffling as she waits for you to finish.“Every moment I’m with you, I feel whole.” You swallow the lump of nervousness building up in your throat. “You’re the only person in this entire town that makes me feel this way.”Yoonji freezes. She couldn’t believe your words, but when she looks into your eyes, all she sees is truth. Pained truth that not even you could smother behind a fake smile.“Not even Park?” Yoonji mumbles, sounding like a kicked puppy.“I know what everyone thought we were a so-called “thing”, but they were wrong.” You sigh as you take another deep breath before releasing the major Bomb of the night.“The fact of the matter is that I’m gay as fuck and I’m in love with you.”If Yoonji was drinking water, this would be the perfect moment for the most epic spit-take. You nearly giggle at her dumbfounded expression – cute pouty lips and bulging eyes. Talk about plot twist of the century.“Should I have not said that?” You laugh hoarsely, suddenly feeling tiny underneath Yoonji’s wide gaze.“Wait, hold up…” Yoonji shakes her head vigorously. “You’re telling me that all this time, I shouldn’t have been threatened by Park because you hate dicks with a passion like I do and you liked me anyway?”A snort escapes your lips. “What a crude way of asking, but yes…I am hella gay and do indeed hate dicks with a passion. And yes…I like you a lot.”This is the best moment of Yoonji’s life. Hands down, the best moment in her life. She doesn’t know if it’s acceptable for her to jump up and down like a little elementary school student, so she asks for the next best alternative.“Can I kiss you?” Your mouth curls into a dark smile. “What are you waiting, Min?” The drive back to Yoonji’s place consists of hasty kisses at stoplights and not-so innocent thigh caresses. Yoonji thanks the Lord that she decided to wear a skirt to the party, for your soft fingertips trail her inner thigh teasingly. At the same time, she wishes you’d stop teasing or else you two would find yourselves in an embarrassing car wreck pretty soon. ‘I don’t think getting fingered and having an orgasm from the heavens is a good enough excuse for my parents as to why I totaled my car.’ Yoonji scoffs in her mind.“Can’t wait until I can get you home.” Yoonji shifts impatiently at your sultry words, pushing her hips forward in an attempt to brush your fingers towards her core. You retaliate by slipping your hand back down her thigh, resting a palm on her knee.“You’re going to pay for that.” Yoonji’s knuckles grow white as she grips onto the steering wheel tighter than usual.“I hope so.” You wink cheekily.At this point, Yoonji doesn’t give a shit if Yoongi is still in the house. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll just stay in his own bedroom and listen to his music on high. Once the two of you are inside, the nervousness that left Yoonji back after your confession floods her veins. What if you didn’t want to have sex? What if you wanted to take things slow and you’re just testing her in order to see if she’s truthful to her feelings?However, your hands up her skirt confirm your true intentions.“Bedroom?” You press a soft kiss against her jawline, trailing up until your lips reach hers with a soft smack.Yoonji intertwines your fingers and practically drags you up the staircase and into her bedroom, thoroughly locking the door in case Yoongi decides to come wandering in. In a flash, she presses your body up against the door and captures your lips with hers. Your mouths sloppily slotted together feel as though they were meant to be, working in harmony to create a warmth inside both your chests and your panties.“God, you’re such a good kisser.” You breathe weakly.Yoonji is glad that you are just as affected as she is – reminding her that you want this as much as she does. Your fingers trail down to cup Yoonji’s round cheeks. You can’t help but groan at how soft yet so firm they feel against your palms. Yoonji blushes at your tight grip and works hard to hold back a whimper as you massage her ass, spreading the cheeks apart with each knead.“This ass is mine now.” You bite and tug down on Yoonji’s bottom lip as a claim of ownership. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”Yoonji needs to stop choking every time you say something or else she’ll risk a very early death even before she can lose her virginity.Speaking of, it is happening. Somehow, the nervousness lessens with each touch. If it is to happen tonight, Yoonji’s happy that it is with you.“Lie on the bed for me, babe.” You kiss her button nose before stepping back to tug your sweater and jeans off and unceremoniously drop them to the floor.This leaves you in the sexiest lingerie Yoonji has ever bared witness to, the red lace perfectly cupping your breasts and the matching panties accentuating the curve of your ass. ‘I can get used to this.’ “You like?” You whisper as you straddle her thighs and put your hips flush against hers. “I wore it for you, baby. Do you like?”“Y-yes.”“Good.” A seductive smirk appears. “Now take them off me.”Yoonji doesn’t hesitate to switch places with you, laying your body out on the sheets while she hovers over you. Her fingers hook around your nearly transparent panties and tug them down, flinging them off onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. With the same smirk, you spread your legs to reveal the darkest of temptations hiding between your plush thighs. You were so soft and pink that Yoonji doesn’t think that she’d be able to stop herself anytime soon.“G-god, you’re so sexy.” Yoonji nearly sobs at the silky wet perfection inches away from her face.“Want a taste?”Oh, does she ever? Yoonji relishes in the musky scent of your lust permeating from your wetness. This is the most intimate thing Yoonji has ever done with a person and considering the fact that she’s doing it with you? Let’s just say that Yoonji has nothing to complain about for the next 100+ years.“God, you smell so good.” Yoonji’s tongue peeks out for a small taste of your slick. “You taste even better.”You curl your fingers in her hair, tugging as her sinful tongue traces around your clit and down your slit, collecting the growing wetness that seeped through. Yoonji has absolutely no clue what she is doing at all, but judging by your desperate whines and sharp grips of your nails on her scalp, Yoonji keeps at her pace.“Y-yes, Yoonji, fuck me with your tongue.” You cry out, uncaring if anybody can hear you.Yoonji tries not to laugh at the image of Yoongi being completely mortified for the rest of his life. Flexing her tongue to a point like she’s seen in the amateur pornos she watches, Yoonji digs deep inside your pussy, moaning at the velvet sweetness that caresses her tongue.“Oh my god, please don’t stop,” you sob with pleasure as you grind against her tongue, “it feels so good!”“Come on my tongue, baby.” Yoonji demands in desperation. “I want to taste all of you.”It doesn’t take long for you to reach your blissful end, releasing all over Yoonji’s tongue. While it’s not sweet like the romance novels Yoongi teases her for reading, it’s certainly an addiction that Yoonji can’t wait to taste again.“God, I came so hard.” You reach up to wrap your arms around Yoonji’s neck, pulling her down to place your soft pink petals against hers. “You’re so good with your tongue.”Yoonji smiles as she pulls away from the kiss, “Maybe I should write my next rap about my so-called tongue technology. You can feature on it as proof.”You fake a cringe. “I won’t let you fuck me again if you do.”Yoonji stammers a comeback, but you pull her closer, chest against chest. Lips against lips.“Can I have you?”Yoonji is too weak to deny you. More so, she’d be a fool to reject you.“You’ve always had me.”Without another word, you shove her onto her back and straddle Yoonji’s hips once more.“Why are you still dressed?” You grunt impatiently.Yoonji is quick to fling off the offending clothes, blushing as she watches your eyes scan over her naked form.“You’re so hot, I can’t believe I was so nervous to ask you out.” Yoonji’s heart soars at your confession. “I’m kind of glad Jungkook’s dumb ass blurted it out because I don’t think I could’ve waited this long.”To know that your feelings are mutual and that the apprehension she had felt throughout your whole friendship was equally shared makes Yoonji want to never wake up from this wonderful dream. A finger trails against the small valley in-between Yoonji’s breasts. She was never that endowed which she has always felt insecure about – but to you, they are the cutest things you’ve ever seen. Shadowy gaze trailing down, you stare shamelessly at her crotch. It’s almost as if you’re formulating something in your head, and Yoonji is curious to find out.At this moment, you suddenly jump off Yoonji for a moment and head over to her closet and pulling out a medium-sized box, more specifically the box marked “Don’t touch!”. Yoonji squeaks at how fast you located her “secret stash” – she thought she hid it pretty well.“I saw this poking out of the closet last time. When you went to the bathroom, I went to go look at it and what do I come to find but your cute little collection…” You smirk as you open the box and pull out Yoonji’s favorite – a violet purple dildo with an attachable harness.“Cute…who’d you buy this for?” Yoonji hides her tomato red face behind her palms.“U-uh, I bought the wrong one, I didn’t mean for—”"Liar.” You laugh darkly, but it doesn’t sound mean or accusatory – if anything, it riles you up even more.“Turn over for me, baby. I’ll put this to good use…” Yoonji listens obediently, earning her a nice smack on her left cheek.She yelps in surprise, but it’s clear to the both of them that she loves the brief pain that accompanies the soothing pleasure. Reaching inside the box again for the strawberry-scented lube (you nearly coo over Yoonji’s cute innocence even in the dirtiest of things), you slick up the dildo with one hand while one finger from the other hand prods teasingly at Yoonji’s entrance.“I know it’s your first time, so I just want to know if it’s okay?” You relish in Yoonji’s quiet whimpers as the finger slips inside. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”“Y-yes, fuck…Please fuck me.” Yoonji holds back a sob at the euphoria she felt as one more finger inches inside of her, her tiny hole stretching out deliciously.She had always found herself disliking fingering because she could never seem to get herself off in the way she wanted. That’s why she had always stuck with the good ol’ trusty vibrator – she just needs to press it to her clit, and boom – coming in under three minutes. This time, the tense atmosphere and the image of you completely fucked out after Yoonji eating you out makes the feeling much more intense and enjoyable.“You’re such a good girl, Yoonji.” You catch her earlobe with your teeth, tugging gently on Yoonji’s little hoop earring. “Will you be a good girl for me and take my cock?”Yoonji whimpers her response, too eager to mutter out a proper response. With a satisfied grin, you pull your fingers out to rub against her clit while you continue slicking up the dildo until you’re absolutely determined that it wouldn’t be painful for Yoonji.“Are you ready, baby?” You pull away to run the head of the dildo between the seam of Yoonji’s pussy before lining up at her entrance.You wait for Yoonji’s nod of approval before pushing in slowly, a small portion of the length disappearing between Yoonji’s wet folds. Yoonji lets out a cry of pleasure. There’s some weird discomfort and stretching but nothing she couldn’t handle after a couple moments of adjustment. The sight of Yoonji’s pussy stretching around the large cock as you bottom out nearly shatters your composure. Shaking away your moment of weakness, you start a slow pace – pushing in and out while holding onto Yoonji’s hips for dear life, guiding her back and forth until she’s practically fucking herself on you. Yoonji whimpers at the delicious drag of the silicone length inside her. Even though it is just a dildo, Yoonji imagines that it is actually you inside of her – fucking you and waiting for her to come before releasing your seed deep within her.
Squelch!
Yoonji’s cheeks burn crimson at the sudden wet sound echoing throughout the room.“Uh…that wasn’t me! I-I mean, it was me, but I didn’t…”You burst into laughter, rubbing her hips in a loving manner that sharply contrasts your dominating behavior from just five minutes ago.“I know, baby. It just means that you’re all nice and wet for me…”“Y-yeah,” Yoonji moans into the pillow, focusing on reaching the end of her pleasure while ignoring the awkward wet sloppiness echoing each time your hips connect with the back of her thighs. “I’m all wet for you, just for you…”“You wanna come, baby?” You reach down to rub at her abandoned clit, satisfied in her loud mewl. “I know you want to, you’ve been waiting this for ages…”Her carnal desire begins building to a wonderful crescendo, encouraged by your dirty whispers into her ear and the light touches against her clit as you continue fucking the dildo into her tight entrance. You watch in heated amusement as Yoonji cries at the overwhelming pace as you grasp her hips and force to fuck herself on the toy to climax. There is something about seeing Yoonji so desperate to come that you feel as though you could come untouched at any moment. You are pulled from your muddled thoughts when Yoonji cries out, her entire body trembling as she comes down from the immense high. You begin a rough pace as you fuck her through until she smacks at your thighs after overstimulation takes over.“Oh my god,” she pants, “what have we been missing out on?”A giggle escapes as you wrap your arms around her sweaty body, uncaring of the sticky wetness that stains your skin and the sheets below. Yoonji calms her breathing down before flipping over and wrapping a bare leg around your waist, tucking her head between your cleavage.“Y/N?” Her whisper is nearly inaudible.“Yeah, baby?” You mumble tiredly, sleep starting to take over.“I love you.”You smile.“I love you more.”