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“I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” Lily said in a singsong tone, picking up her duvet and scurrying out of the room she shared with Bae.
Jinsol was lying in her bed, washed up and reading birthday letters. She looked up and saw her roommate vacating the room and Seol Yoona coming through the door.
“What’s this?” Jinsol asked, carefully studying the large tote bag Yoona carried into the room and plopped onto Lily’s bed.
“What do you think this is?” Yoona asked with a raised eyebrow.
“We’re doing a sleepover?” Jinsol asked, putting her phone aside for a moment. “What the heck?”
“Do you remember what we talked about two weeks ago?” Yoona asked, folding her arms and remaining standing, her shadow looming slightly over Jinsol, stretched by the single source of light in the room, a bedside lamp on a low table.
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Two weeks ago
“I don’t know why you’re playing dumb,” Yoona said over a breakfast of cereal at the kitchen table, enjoying having the latest call time of the group after Jinsol this morning. “We could be kissing and stuff, but you want to pretend you don’t care and have no idea what I’m talking about.”
“I really have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jinsol said as she stuffed her portable battery and headphones into her bag. “Are you crazy?”
“I’m not,” Yoona said.
“Then how are you saying that with a straight face?!”
Yoona’s ears were red, but she wasn’t insane and she could see things for how they were, and she was growing tired of not being with someone who could definitely be into her too.
“What, if I try to kiss you, you’ll push me away?” Yoona asked while chewing. “I don’t think so. I know you well enough, Sol-ah. I’m just tired of waiting.”
“You’re totally nuts,” Jinsol said and swung her tote bag over her shoulder. “Whatever, I don’t care! I’ll take your earlier call time. Really, I have no idea what you’re going on about. You’re insane.”
Yoona sighed momentarily as she watched her friend and group member leave the dormitory. It was strangely difficult to get Bae Jinsol, who wore some of her feelings very intensely on her sleeve, to be open and honest about certain emotions. But Yoona had seen the panic in Jinsol’s eyes and didn’t want to scare her friend away. She’d probably already done that a little.
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“No,” Jinsol said, sitting up and eyes widening in a way that meant she definitely remembered what they had talked about and did not want to discuss this topic again.
Yoona had a wry but affectionate smile on her face. Fine. She would take things slow with Bae Jinsol. Although she’d never had a boyfriend or girlfriend in her life, and she was nervous too, she knew her heart would guide her with regard to matters of courting Bae Jinsol. She just hoped Jinsol wouldn’t freak out too much tonight.
She sat herself down at the foot of Jinsol’s bed, crossing one leg and letting the other hang over the side.
“I wasn’t joking on that day,” Yoona said calmly. “I am attracted to you. And I know you’re at least a little attracted to me too.”
Jinsol launched a pillow at her friend’s face. “You’re a crazy pervert!”
Yoona sighed, though she was tempted to laugh, endeared by Jinsol’s antics. “Am I? Or is it the one who dreams about me and doesn’t want to admit her feelings to herself that is a crazy pervert?”
Jinsol’s eyes became huge marbles; she clutched her remaining pillow to her chest and hid her face behind it. “How do you- what do you know?!”
Yoona stopped herself from giggling to minimise her friend’s embarrassment. “You’ve been subjecting Lily-unnie to some weird sounds at night. You’re calling my name… then you wake up sometimes and run to the bathroom and talk to yourself as you fall asleep… Tell me, am I a ghost that appears in your nightmares or is it something else?”
“Go- go away!” Jinsol shrieked.
“Be quiet!” Yoona finally scolded her friend, reaching over and smacking her on the knee. “I promised Lily-unnie she’d have peace and quiet tonight.”
“Oh my God, that’s why she asked me if I was getting good sleep a month ago,” Jinsol said, deciding to scream into the pillow instead. “I’m going to kill myself! Why did she tell you instead of talking to me about it?!”
Yoona shrugged. “To save you the embarrassment, I suppose? So are we going to talk about it, or are you going to pretend it’s that I’m chasing you with an axe in your dreams and you’re waking up in cold sweat because you think you’re living in an apartment with a serial killer?”
Jinsol was quiet for a long moment. Ten seconds passed. Then another ten more. Yoona knew she had to give Jinsol time to think behind her pillow wall. Jinsol was like a turtle with some of her emotions. If you prodded her too much, she might shrink into her shell and not come out until you left. Yoona could be patient.
“That’s not it,” Jinsol eventually said after a minute.
Yoona waited a while more, but Jinsol didn’t say anything else.
“Sol-ah, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Yoona said, “but if you want something similar to what I want, then I want to help us move there.”
Jinsol peeked out from behind her pillow. “What do you want?”
Yoona relished having eye contact after a brief while of just talking to a pillow.
“I want to hold your hand without you pretending you’ll vomit,” Yoona said. “We could start with that. And I want you to tell me what you really feel about me. Like, even if you kind of are weirded out by my feelings, I want to know that too. I don’t want us to no longer live together in a few years and then we naturally try to find other people.”
“You’ve really lost your mind, haven’t you?” Jinsol said slowly. “What do you mean feel about- what would I feel about you? We’re friends, Yoona-yah. Of course I feel like vomiting if you try to hold my hand or something!”
Yoona rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but not when others hold your hand. You exaggerate the opposite reaction so much. Don’t freak out, I’m coming closer.”
Jinsol kicked her feet around while Yoona scooted closer to her.
“Hey,” Yoona said. “Get rid of the pillow.”
“No.”
“Just put it on your lap.”
Jinsol finally obeyed. Yoona took the opportunity to lean over and quickly kiss her on the cheek. Jinsol yowled.
“Shut up!” Yoona told her. “If you don’t, Lily-unnie is going to come in here — blindfolded, probably — and chase us both out! Or worse, she’ll go to Haewon-unnie and tell her all about what’s happening here.”
Jinsol bit into her pillow and punched Yoona on the shoulder repeatedly. “What the heck!!!”
“What, you hated it?” Yoona asked, shifting even closer. “Please, I know you like it.”
Jinsol flailed her arms about ridiculously in a strange pinwheel defence, but Yoona caught one wrist easily and put it by Jinsol’s side, then leaned in again and kissed Jinsol’s cheek once more.
“Stop it!” Jinsol whisper-yelled, deathly afraid of Lily bursting in and seeing Yoona leaving kisses on her red face.
“No,” Yoona said sternly, and kissed her cheek again.
“Oh my God, you’re not listening!”
“Okay then, tell me you don’t like me. Come on. Say you’ve never imagined us kissing. Go on. Say that and I’ll leave and sleep on the couch.”
Jinsol glared at her. “I don’t like you! Who would ever imagine kissing you!”
“I don’t believe you,” Yoona said plainly.
“I mean, of course people can suddenly get thoughts of kissing their friends, but those are just weird intrusive thoughts! Everyone has them, they don’t mean anything!”
Yoona smiled. “Ah, you’re cute.”
“I’m going to kick you off the bed. You’re not listening to me.”
Yoona relented slightly. “Fine. If you really hate this so much, I don’t want to ruin the last few hours of your birthday. I’ll go to sleep on the couch. I really came in here with a gift prepared for you, and you just-”
“A gift?” Jinsol perked up suddenly like a dog who’d heard the word ‘walk.’
Yoona grinned. Bae Jinsol was so predictable.
“Yeah.”
“You can give me the gift and go,” Jinsol suggested, looking nervous still but also interested in receiving the gift; her gaze drifted to the tote bag Yoona had set down on Lily’s bed.
“I can’t give you the gift and go,” Yoona said.
“Why?”
“It doesn’t work like that. If I’m not here, the gift can’t be here either.”
“Gosh, don’t tell me it’s that trite ‘I’m your gift’ nonsense. I don’t want that at all,” Jinsol snorted.
“It’s not exactly that,” Yoona said. “So do you want the gift?”
Jinsol eyed her friend warily, fearing a trick up her sleeve. She eyed the tote bag again and looked Yoona up and down.
“I want the gift.”
“Okay, there’s a password to receive the gift,” Yoona informed her. “You have to say ‘I have dreamt of Yoona and me kissing.’”
“Go to hell!” Jinsol lifted the pillow in her arms and whacked Yoona over the head with it.
“Ow!”
“Shut up, Lily-unnie will come in!”
“Well, if you keep hitting me, I’ll keep yelling!”
Yoona shoved Jinsol off her. “So are you going to say it?”
“No! Are you crazy?!”
“But you have!” Yoona argued.
“No I haven’t!”
“Yes you have! You said everyone gets those thoughts sometimes about their friends! Which better not be true, by the way. I don’t think you have thoughts about kissing Lily-unnie or anything.”
“Ew, no!” Jinsol mimed throwing up over the side of the bed. “I feel bile rising in my stomach! Anyway, getting an intrusive thought is different from having a dream about it! I’ve never had a dream about it!”
Yoona pointed a finger at her friend. “Do you swear? If you’re lying, you’ll have the worst astrological sign luck for the next 1 month. Every day you’re going to open the Twitter app and see Capricorn is 12th.”
“How can you say that?!” Jinsol shook her friend by the shoulder. “Fine! Maybe I dreamt of it! I don’t remember! Nobody remembers all their dreams! Anyway, why are we talking about this?”
“Because you can either continue freaking out for the rest of the night or I can hold you and give you kisses,” Yoona folded her arms, leaning back at the foot of the bed with a smug smile.
Jinsol’s entire face was so red it looked like she’d just exited a sauna.
“Do whatever you want to do, I’m going to sleep,” Jinsol lay down and put her pillow over her face. “Ugh!”
Jinsol heard the sound of Yoona getting off her bed. Five minutes passed like that.Then ten. Then fifteen.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Jinsol asked with a miffed expression, finally turning to the side to check where Yoona had gone.
Yoona was cross-legged on Lily’s bed, looking at her phone. “I’m playing a game.”
“If you want to give me a kiss… you can,” Jinsol said, seemingly relenting. “And then go to sleep. Don’t disturb me.”
Yoona didn’t respond. “Wait, I’m finishing this game.”
Jinsol threw her pillow at Yoona, but Yoona let it bounce off her head and continued tapping away on her screen. After a minute, she put her phone down and plugged it into a charging port in the wall. She crawled back to Jinsol’s bed and lay down beside her.
“You’re so irritating-”
“What?”
“I know you want this too,” Yoona said, then cupped Jinsol’s cheek and kissed her on her temple; beside her, Jinsol squirmed. “You’re just so stubborn, and you hate to think about stuff that makes you cringe and blush…”
Yoona kissed Jinsol’s cheekbone. “It’s fine. It’s not weird.”
“It’s weird,” Jinsol gritted through her teeth but stayed frozen in position.
“It’s not,” Yoona argued back gently, then kissed Jinsol’s round cheek. “I’m going to kiss you on the mouth. If you don’t want it, you have three seconds to tell me.”
Three seconds passed without anyone saying anything. Seol Yoona closed her eyes and felt her heart beat faster. She pressed her lips against Jinsol’s. Ah, crap. What if I can’t ever do this again?
Yoona pushed that thought aside and let her lips stay there, conscious not to push too hard to scare Jinsol. She pulled away after two seconds.
Jinsol immediately buried her face in the bedsheet and screamed a muffled scream, and Yoona laughed loudly.
“You’re such a baby,” Yoona teased through her laughter. “You didn’t like it? I liked it.”
Jinsol slapped her friend’s arm. “I can’t believe you really did it!
“I gave you an out!”
“Still!”
“Okay, okay, don’t hit me anymore. What about I just hug you and we go to sleep?”
“Why would we do that?!”
Yoona sighed and put one arm around Jinsol’s waist. “Please?”
Jinsol’s eyes widened. “Are you manipulating me?”
Yoona shook her head, but mouthed ‘please’ after.
Jinsol sighed and permitted the hug. She reached over to her bedside lamp and turned it off after a moment of thought.
“So, you have those dreams?” Jinsol asked in the darkness.
“Hmm?”
“Kissing. You have kissing dreams?”
“Sure. Han Sohee, that actor in-”
Yoona was cut off by a light punch in the gut.
“Gosh. Yeah, I do. And unlike you, I dealt with the feelings,” Yoona finally said; she moved up a little so Jinsol’s face was in her neck and her chin rested on the crown of Jinsol’s head.
“Are you confessing your love to me right now?”
“Eh, I wouldn’t go that far…”
“If you’re teasing me-”
“I told you I want to kiss you. Isn’t that enough?” Yoona turned to face her friend. “How am I supposed to know any more than that? We haven’t really kissed or dated or anything.”
“Fine,” Jinsol finally said, her lower lip out in a pout.
“Fine what?”
“Let’s kiss, then,” Jinsol said.
Yoona blinked and opened her eyes a little bigger. “Really?”
“If you’re going to ask so many questions, I’m going to retract my permission,” Jinsol warned.
Yoona nodded tightly, then held Jinsol’s face again and kissed her. This time she heard Jinsol whimper in surprise. She didn’t stop, though. This might only happen tonight, so she wanted to make a good memory she could return to even when Jinsol distanced herself from her.
She was hungry and didn’t hide her hunger. Through that hunger, though, she was still soft, wanting to treat Jinsol tenderly. Even though Jinsol released a squeak here and there, Yoona could feel Jinsol start to respond. She decided to press on — breaking the kiss now would push Jinsol back into her shell; she’d hate to acknowledge her active participation in the kiss.
Yoona hesitantly found Jinsol’s arm, and brought her hand via her wrist to Yoona’s hip. Jinsol let out another concerned noise in pseudo-protest, but Yoona forged onwards anyway. She put her own fingers gingerly on Jinsol’s neck, feeling the blood pumping vigorously in the arteries, and couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.
“Just keep your eyes closed,” Yoona whispered when she finally had to come up for a longer breath, and wrapped her arms around Jinsol’s waist, hugging her tightly.
“Are you tired?” Yoona asked.
“A little. Yoona, why did Lily-unnie ask us to be quiet? Do I scream that much?”
“Firstly, yes. Secondly… never mind.”
“Never mind what?!”
Jinsol, ever the toddler, was always more curious if someone said ‘never mind’ or ‘it’s not that important.’ She started tugging at Yoona’s plaid pyjamas for an answer.
“You’re so childish,” Yoona scolded her. “It’s nothing. I just came exceptionally prepared to give you a nice gift.”
“So what is it?” Jinsol asked.
Yoona drew back to look at Jinsol, and as she’d expected, Jinsol grew very red and averted her gaze in the dark.
“Uh… I’m not going to give you your gift tonight.”
“What?! I endured all that for nothing?!”
“Endured?” Yoona snickered, earning a bruise on her shoulder.
“Tell me!”
“I’m afraid you’ll have a heart attack!” Yoona argued with her friend, trying to take her attention away from the gift by changing the subject. “Lower your volume, or else! Weren’t you going to sleep?”
“I can’t sleep now,” Jinsol said grumpily. “It’s because of you.”
“Ah, your heart is racing because we kissed.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth. And don’t avoid the question. Where’s my gift? It’s almost midnight. If it goes past midnight, it’s not a birthday gift anymore.”
Yoona groaned inwardly. Bae Jinsol was the best at guilt-tripping others. She whispered ‘wait’ and then slipped off the bed. Jinsol listened to her pace to the room door and lock it. Yoona returned and assumed her previous position after some shuffling about.
“Don’t scream,” Yoona said. “Do you hear me? Promise me now.”
Jinsol was terrified for a moment. “Is it scary?”
“Maybe to you, because you’re a strange person,” Yoona said. ”No, well, a normal person might be a little nervous too. Okay, close your eyes.”
“It’s dark, it doesn’t make a difference.”
“Close them, and then I’ll give you your gift.”
“Fine.”
After a second, Yoona tried to trust that Jinsol had closed her eyes. She grabbed Jinsol’s hand and pulled it towards her. Jinsol wanted to reach out and feel for the gift, but worried it was something odd and frightening. Then Yoona guided her fingertip specifically, and Jinsol didn’t know what she was feeling.
“Is this a guessing game?” Jinsol asked.
“No,” Yoona said. “Can you not tell?”
“No, what’s-”
Then Yoona flattened Jinsol’s hand, fingers and palm, onto her garter-wrapped thigh. Jinsol, to her credit, didn’t scream, but lurched forward and bit Yoona’s shoulder.
“You’re a pervert!” Jinsol said into her shoulder. “What are you- I can’t touch my friend like that!”
“Yeah, so I changed my mind and told you I wouldn’t give it to you today!” Yoona protested. “You insisted!”
“I didn’t think you were actually clinically insane!” Jinsol tried to keep her voice down. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I thought you’d appreciate a birthday gift that maybe harkens back to your dreams,” Yoona started laughing uncontrollably. “And we’re adults, Jinsol-ah. Why are you acting like we’re ten?”
“You think I want to… to undress you?!”
“Well, your hand is still on my thigh, so,” Yoona pointed out.
Jinsol quickly wrenched her hand away like she’d been touching coals and, like a cartoon character, had just registered it.
“It’s quite a nice set, too bad the lights are off,” Yoona commented.
“Why would you have a fancy lingerie set rather than me for my birthday?!” Jinsol continued to bicker with her.
“Well, you’re twenty-two now,” Yoona said. “Don’t you want to enjoy yourself on your birthday? I came in here prepared to do whatever you want.”
Yoona heard Jinsol swallow her saliva and couldn’t help but laugh soundlessly in the dark.
“You’re crazy.”
“And you’re a broken record, just repeating the same thing over and over. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. I’ve shown you the birthday gift. We can go to sleep now.”
Yoona shifted around, actually getting into a suitable position to sleep in. Jinsol was wide awake, however.
“You were actually planning to have… sex with me?”
Yoona kept her eyes closed.”If you wanted it.”
“Do you- do you want it?”
“Well, yeah. I wouldn’t have come here like this if I were against it.”
“I think my brain is no longer working.”
“Then let it rest and go to sleep,” Yoona said.
“Is your- are your pants off?”
“They weren’t off in the first place. They were just at my knees for a minute, but I’ve pulled them back up.”
Jinsol was quiet for a long time, and Yoona was finally starting to slip into dreamland. Tomorrow she could be nervous about this. Tonight she wanted to enjoy Jinsol’s warmth and help to coax her to sleep.
“What if I want to?” Jinsol asked quietly.
“Do you?” Yoona asked in return.
“Not now, but,” Jinsol said. “If you want to…”
“Don’t do something with me just because I want it.”
“Well, I don’t know what I want,” Jinsol complained. “How am I supposed to know? We only kissed or whatever.”
There was the sound of clothes rustling again, and Jinsol felt an elbow poke her side as Yoona started adjusting herself. Yoona found Jinsol’s hand again, and Jinsol held her breath, wondering where her hand would land. This time, it was on Yoona’s bare waist. Jinsol had definitely touched Yoona in various areas during work, but not like this. Not where Yoona was offering herself up to her, with no other reason for them to be in contact.
“Do you like that?” Yoona asked sleepily.
“I don’t know.”
“You can touch me until you know. I don’t mind. Goodnight, Sol-ah.”
Jinsol’s fingertips never roamed beyond Yoona’s waist and the small of her back. As Yoona’s breathing hitched and then returned to normal after Jinsol’s movements got predictable, Yoona was able to descend into sleep. Jinsol, on her own in the waking world, was only hearing the sounds of her heartbeat and blood rushing in her ears. Yoona’s skin was so, so soft. It gave when she pressed a little.
Jinsol eventually woke Yoona up. Yoona opened her eyes with a gasp and a little shudder. Jinsol had one of Yoona’s earlobes in her mouth, and she was licking it languidly.
“Ah, Jinsol,” Yoona said.
“You said whatever I want.”
“I’m not backing out,” Yoona whispered groggily, “but I can’t be quiet. Do you want me to touch you?”
“No,” Jinsol murmured.
“Okay. Continue. Whatever you want.”
Yoona shivered as Jinsol started a light suction on her earlobe. “Sol…”
Jinsol seemingly ignored her. Jinsol held onto the waistband of her pyjama pants and gripped it as hard as she needed to keep her mind from spinning out of control.
“Ugh,” Yoona moaned quietly and pushed her chest closer to Jinsol; her shirt unbuttoned and open, she hoped Jinsol could feel her bra pressing against her.
“Stay still,” Jinsol said and flicked her lightly on the abdomen.
Yoona mewled but bit her own lip to keep quiet.
“What do you dream about? I just know it’s more than kissing,” Jinsol said, her hot breath tickling Yoona’s ear. “Tell me. I know you want to anyway. You’re enjoying every single one of my reactions; it’s like a show for you, isn’t it?”
“No,” Yoona weakly denied, but tried to find Jinsol’s other hand to make Jinsol touch her in yet another place.
“What, you dream of me naked?” Jinsol pushed on.
“Ugh,” Yoona said. “I can’t help what my mind comes up with.”
“Filthy,” Jinsol scolded her, but there was no real bite to her tone. “You’re actually giving a gift to yourself on my birthday, aren’t you? Selfish.”
Yoona, at this point, had put one leg around Jinsol’s hips and was pressing herself as close to Jinsol’s body as possible, nearly entirely unable to stop herself. Jinsol didn’t balk or push her away.
“Come on, say what you've dreamt about.”
“Crazily, I’ve dreamt of this. You teasing me until I die. Oh my God, I know I said I’d let you do whatever, but I might have to set some limits or I’m going to lose control.”
Jinsol ran one hand up her abdomen daringly. “You like me that much?”
Yoona snorted. “Yeah. But I’m not joking, I don’t think I actually realised how bad this was going to be. You can touch me wherever you want, but only five minutes more, okay?”
“Five? Fifteen,” Jinsol suggested.
“No,” Yoona rejected her offer. “Five.”
“It’s my birthday.”
“I bet it’s already past midnight.”
Jinsol reached for her phone and checked the time. “Eight more minutes till midnight. Eight minutes, then. I’ll set an alarm.”
Jinsol released Yoona’s earlobe and fiddled with her phone. When the alarm was set, she put her nose against Yoona’s neck.
“Your skin smells so you. I already knew it,” Jinsol murmured. “But I’ve never breathed it in like this.”
“Jinsol, I’m only human-”
“What, you’re horny?”
“Well, yeah, what do you think?”
“So daringly coming in here with this offer, but actually you can’t hold out for the night, much less fifteen minutes. You expect me to figure out what I want so quickly, with so little time to explore?”
Jinsol heard Yoona groan and pictured her rolling her eyes.
“You’ve sucked on my earlobe for over a minute. You don’t know whether we should fuck or not yet?!”
“That’s so crude,” Jinsol suddenly said quietly, returning to the persona of a complaining kid.
“Quick, touch me or whatever. Time is passing.”
“Where should I touch you?”
“That’s for you to decide.”
“But surely you have preferences.”
“I’m not going to tell you my preferences for you to exploit them for another seven minutes. If you don’t explode, I’ll explode,” Yoona told her.
Jinsol reached down and held Yoona’s hips. Then she led her hands up Yoona’s torso. She bit at Yoona’s chin. And then very much by accident, her arm grazed Yoona’s right nipple and Yoona let out a high-pitched sound that made Jinsol go whoa.
“Hey, Bae Jinsol,” Yoona tried to use her usual threatening tone, but her voice trembled as she spoke.
“Can I touch there again?”
Yoona squeezed her eyes shut. “Mmhmm.”
Jinsol experimentally brushed the back of her hand against Yoona’s chest. She couldn’t even hear Yoona breathing.
“Ah, Jinsol-ah,” Yoona finally exhaled. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Jinsol didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she placed a light kiss on Yoona’s neck. Then her chin. Then just beneath her lips. And then on her mouth. Yoona, ravenous, was like a statue brought to life, kissing her back torridly.
Jinsol received the waterfall of passion shockingly well. It was like she was just focused on helping her friend out. Worries and concerns and the usual panic faded, and there were just moist lips touching, and Jinsol grabbed Yoona by the hip. Yoona wrapped her arms around Jinsol’s neck and kissed her fervently.
“Jinsol, I need- you don’t have to touch me there,” Yoona said mid-kiss. “But I need to — if you’re okay — I’m going to touch myself. I can’t take it.”
Jinsol must have lost her mind, because she hummed her agreement into the kiss. And Yoona immediately pulled one arm away from Jinsol’s neck, and Jinsol felt Yoona move her hand into her own pants.
For a few minutes, Yoona and Jinsol kissed, with Yoona’s panting getting rougher and rougher. She even let out noises of frustration and desperation, and Jinsol kissed her harder in response, either enjoying Yoona’s vexation or wanting to help her out of it. When they heard the alarm ring, Yoona turned it off promptly and bid Jinsol continue.
When Yoona’s sounds became more and more frustrated, Jinsol removed one hand from Yoona’s hip and slid it to her bottom, squeezing experimentally and lightly, and Yoona heaved a sigh of satisfaction instantly. Then Jinsol thumbed her waist, and then put the thumb just beneath whatever lacy bra Yoona was wearing, and felt the underside, the curve of a breast. The moment she touched a nipple was the moment she felt Yoona’s entire body knock into hers and Yoona bite down on her shoulder.
It hurt, but it felt good. Yes, she did want to have sex with Seol Yoona. Probably with the lights on next time, so she could see whatever Yoona had prepared for her. She had only touched Yoona’s hard nipple for a fraction of a second, and her hand had been withdrawn with the speed of a hermit crab retreating into its shell.
Yoona panted further, but the panting slowed down. And then she extricated herself from Jinsol’s arms and started to hit her own head on the headboard.
“Holy shit,” Yoona said over and over. “Holy shit.”
“You came here intending this, right?”
“I honestly probably didn’t know what ‘this’ entailed,” Yoona responded. “That’s… I’m embarrassed.”
“At least that’s funny for me,” Jinsol said.
“I’m sorry, are you upset?” Yoona asked. “This is too much, huh? I’m really sorry. I’m sorry. We can’t go back to normal now, and-”
“Yeah, we can’t,” Jinsol said, cutting Yoona off. “But it’s fine. We’ll talk about this. Slowly. No more ambushes like this. Also, I heard the door rattle a minute ago. I don’t know if I was imagining it. But it was locked, so even if someone was trying to get in, they couldn’t.”
“We’re screwed. I’m screwed.”
“You are. I’m not,” Jinsol said. “Like I said, you’re crazy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need the bathroom. Go to sleep.”
Yoona ran a hand through her hair and nodded. Moments later, she heard the door open and saw Jinsol look back, framed in the light of the bathroom outside. She could see Jinsol’s gaze scan her body, the crumpled mess her pyjamas was, and her bra peeking out of her shirt. She pulled back a part of her shirt for a better view.
Then Jinsol closed the door and Yoona tried to sleep. It was ten minutes before Jinsol got back, and then Yoona, despite herself, tried to sniff at Jinsol for a change in smell.
“Stop that,” Jinsol complained. “Sleep. Quickly.”
Yoona was, ultimately, sleepy after a good climax, and in spite of feeling nervous and crazed, eventually fell asleep.
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“Do you know what Jiwoo said to me this morning when we woke up?” Lily asked Yoona when they were both in the van to get their makeup done the next morning. “She asked me why I was sleeping in your bed.”
“What did you tell her?” Yoona asked.
“That I accidentally went into the wrong room and so had you!” Lily said and then covered her face in her hands. “She clearly didn’t believe me.”
“Really, nobody would believe that,” Yoona copied her, putting her face in her hands as well.
“So, how was the evening?” Lily asked, unable to hide her curiosity.
“I learned some things. Jinsol learned some things. I think. I’m not going to buy expensive lingerie again. I almost gave myself an aneurysm last night. Never again.”
“Jinsol looked pretty strange this morning. But good. Good strange,” Lily considered.
“Great,” Yoona said. “We’re probably not going to be friends anymore.”
“I hope that’s in a good way,” Lily said encouragingly. “Good job. You’re brave. I could never do what you did. And I support you wholeheartedly. But we should really think about changing the room arrangements permanently if you expect there’s going to be more of last night. Were you loud or was Jinsol loud? At some point I heard something.”
Yoona shut her eyes, unwilling to answer.
When they got to the makeup shop, Haewon, who had been first in line, walked out, done with her makeup and hair styling.
“Oi, can’t you people rent a room somewhere?” Haewon jabbed a finger at Yoona. “You’re so noisy. And I could tell from Jinsol’s face this morning — she was up and pacing at five — that she had just survived a deleterious stroke or something. Are you being responsible? You’re basically the unnie-”
“Shh,” Lily shushed Haewon. “It’s fine. It’ll be fine.”
“Fine my ass,” Haewon continued. “That girl is delicate; you might shock her into instant death.”
Yoona wanted to object and present to the stand some evidence showing otherwise, that apparently Bae Jinsol could be very, very daring when she wanted to be, and was only a fragile thing when it was bright and they could see each other.
“I’ll be careful,” Yoona nodded.
Jinsol was the last to come in for styling this morning; she’d apparently slept on the couch after her early morning pacing. Yoona instinctively stood to leave the salon, hoping to give Jinsol some space, but Jinsol gave her a meaningful look before she exited.
Yoona looked down at her phone to catch up on any missed messages. One came in from Jinsol exactly as she opened the messaging app.
From: Bae
Yeah, I’m okay to try it out. I probably return some of the feelings.
Yoona let herself exhale and smile. She promptly typed a reply.
To: Bae
Thank goodness. I also learned that I do like you. It was a confession of love. You don’t have to say it back. But just know. I like you.
From: Bae
Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.
And Yoona knew that that would be a start to something.