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If there's one thing that Yu Jimin hated the most, it would be people that are mean. She saw no point in using energy in being rude and snappy when it literally cost nothing to be nice.
Typically, she would steer clear of people that acted as such, mostly because when she saw others getting hurt she would jump to their defense and start a fight.
Was it the smartest thing for her to do? No.
Did it occasionally end up with her getting her ass best? Well, yes!
She was like a weird mix of being temperamental herself but only really for the sake of others. Jimin just didn't like bullies and that was that.
And she would be living such a peaceful life if it weren't for Kim Minjeong, the thorn in her fucking side.
Jimin had transferred into her second year of a private university from her hometown college so that she could attend it alongside her cousin, Ahn Yujin. The two had been close since childhood but Jimin ended up transferring late to the university due to a family emergency that made Jimin reluctant to move away for a year.
Kim Minjeong was part of Yujin’s group of friends, for some reason that Jimin just could NOT wrap her head around. She had long blonde hair, an eyebrow AND lip piercing, usually wore smokey eyeshadow the majority of the time. Additionally, she was a major bitch ALL of the time.
Their first interaction had gone to shit, Yujin had made a friend group in the year she spent at the university and wanted to introduce them to Jimin. It was innocent, and honestly a good idea in theory.
Jimin had felt a bit reluctant about it but was swayed by an offering of a week’s worth of gummy sharks on Yujin’s card.
Their schedules tended to coincide around 1pm, so the group decided to hang out for lunch. Jimin had joined in at the table calmly, giving a polite smile as she and Yujin approached the table of girls who all turned their heads towards them.
Based on first impressions, Jimin would've thought Minjeong was hot as fuck, not particularly the type she would go for but, pretty attractive nonetheless. The lip ring that the blonde adorned called to her in ways she wouldn't want to admit out loud, and the apathetic look in her eyes.. Yeah… Yeah.
Though, once Yujin had introduced a dark haired woman named Aeri who wrapped her arm around Minjeong, Jimin kinda got the hint that she was taken.
Jimin had noted mentally to not get between them, and listened carefully as Yujin began introducing the blonde.
“Jimin, this is Minjeong, Minjeong say hi to-”
“Shut up, mutt.”
Minjeong interjected without even skipping a breath as if insulting Yujin didn't mean a thing in the world to her. Jimin’s eye twitched, trying her best to force a polite smile but the way the blonde rolled her eyes struck a nerve.
Jimin moved to stand up and curse at the blonde but she was stopped by Yujin’s hand slamming down on her shoulder, pushing her back down to her seat. “She's just like that, don't mind her.” Yujin commented, not bothering to lower her voice as she knew Minjeong didn't care.
Aeri nudged her girlfriend, using her free hand to push her bangs out of her face as she leaned closer to the blonde. “Hey, be nice, it's someone new, say hi.”
The blonde sighed heavily, her eyes rolling in annoyance as she looked from her phone to her girlfriend. She shot a glare towards Aeri before her cold eyes darted over to Jimin who ran her fingers through the ends of her short dark hair in an attempt to stay calm.
“Hi.”
Minjeong said flatly, as if the greeting Jimin was nothing more than a nuisance to her.
“.. Hi what.?”
Aeri reminded, her tone relaxed as she patted on Minjeong’s shoulder gently. The blonde groaned and glanced between her girlfriend and the newcomer.
“Hi.. Uh..?”
“Yu Jimin.” Yujin pitched in, a grin on her face as she sunk in the seat beside her cousin.
“Yeah, hi Tsu Jumin.”
“It's Yu Jimin.” The woman in question corrected, annoyance in her tone but she kept it light for Yujin’s sake.
“Whatever.” The blonde shrugged off, looking back at her phone as Aeri pulled her into a closer side hug.
And that's how Jimin came to dislike Kim Minjeong on their very first meeting.
The woman had no other issues with the rest of the girls, they all seemed nice enough to be around.
Yizhuo was super sweet, had her hair dyed bright red and laughed at anything and everything. She majored in fashion, and Jimin noted that she was very easy to persuade. Incredibly easy.
Aeri was laid back, and carried herself in such a relaxed manner that Jimin really didn't know how the woman even dealt with Minjeong. The only thing that seemed to mesh the two together was visual chemistry, Aeri had the whole futch vibe going strong and Minjeong had her whole emo-scary-hot-bitch thing going on.
Chaewon was really chatty and often ragebaited, to which she would hit others gently with a big scowl that looked like a cute baby lion. Jimin noted that the short haired woman seemed to cling around with Yunjin a lot, they seemed to have been friends for a while.
Yunjin was nerdy yet super loud, always hitting someone’s arm or randomly going into tangents mid conversation. She had ginger hair and really thick framed glasses which just made her look like a hot nerd. Probably more of her type.
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And then there was Kim Minjeong.
All Jimin heard the blonde do was curse, tell people to shut up, and insult others for just existing in her presence. Somehow, despite having a girlfriend and additionally, being a huge bitch, Minjeong still had suitors that would go up and call her pretty, just to barely get acknowledged.
Or to get something thrown at them.
These people had to have some sort of degradation kink or something to continue to interact with Minjeong knowing the results. Like, Jimin is well aware how attractive the blonde is but like it's quite literally public humiliation at this point.
It made Jimin annoyed to no end, and what made it worse is that the blonde constantly would exhale her stupid miami mint flavored vape right in her fucking face. Not even a small puff like it was damn near adjacent to a cloud being blown at her face. Jimin hated regular smokers and vape users weren't any better in her eyes, they just happened to stink less and were more annoying about it.
The blonde was proving every day that she wasn't an exception.
It took Jimin no less than a week before she confronted the blonde, which goes to the brown haired woman’s credit because usually, her fuse is much, much, shorter. She tried her best for the sake of the group, and for Yujin, but she felt that it wasn't right for Minjeong to go around being rude as fuck.
Now mind you, Minjeong is violent, and scary.
Scary and violent especially when she's pissed off. She was physically shorter than Jimin by a few inches, though the big ass boots Minejong wore put her just below eye level with her.
Admittedly… Jimin was afraid of Minjeong. It was hard not to be when the girl would randomly pull out blunt AND sharp objects from gods knows where and chuck them at her nearest inconvenience. Anyone sane would be afraid of her.
Jimin was having a good day, a great day.
She had slept well, did great on her first exam of the semester and just picked up her favorite bento box from the campus cafeteria. The brown haired woman sat down at their usual table, Yujin following beside her with a bag of Chipotle she doordashed to campus.
Minjeong was already there eating sushi, scrolling through her phone with her free hand while the other used chopsticks to pick up food. Yujin sat beside her with a big smile and gave a small wave as she opened her mouth to speak.
“Hey, Minjeo-”
“No.”
The blonde growled, her tone flat as she didn't make an effort to look at the pair. Jimin’s mood soured slightly, but she just shook it off and was relieved she decided to sit across from the blonde.
“Hii Minjeong.”
Jimin said, her tone polite and friendly. She hoped that maybe if she was nice enough that Minjeong wouldn't curse or glare at her.
Minjeong very slowly, and menacingly looked up from her phone, and Jimin would be lying if she said that she didn't get intimidated.
“Is there something you need, Sumin?”
Minjeong asked, her voice low. “I told you it's Jimin, and you don't always have to be such a jerk.” Jimin replied, a sigh escaping her lips as she broke eye contact from the woman across from her and stared at the white rice in her bento box.
Yujin quietly unwrapped her burrito and watched the scene unfold, her big eyes darting between any micro expressions between the two. “Sweetheart, you don't always have to be the world’s most annoying suck up do you? But here we are.” Minjeong countered, tensions rising as she raised her hand and flipped the other woman off.
The blonde didn't care for what the tall woman had to say about her, they were acquaintances at best. She tolerated Jimin because she likes Yujin and that's all there was to it.
Jimin’s facial features contorted to a scowl as her eyes shot up from her plate. “Plus, I don't owe you, or anybody, shit.” Minjeong hissed, not caring to look as Jimin slammed her utensils down on the table and promptly stood up.
“Hi babe!”
Aeri called out as she approached the table, a tray of the cafeteria’s lunch in one hand while she held onto an energy drink with the other. Minjeong just sighed and glanced towards her girlfriend, feeling the soft kiss to her temple once Aeri was at her side.
Jimin really couldn't believe her eyes, She couldn't figure out how the fuck Aeri could even stand being with the blonde- dating her no less. it must've been impossible, or maybe Minjeong had the biggest dick in the world to keep Aeri around. It had to be something insane because Jimin thought it would be insanity to have Minjeong as a girlfriend.
Jimin was glaring daggers at Minjeong, who didn't even seem to notice or care.
The blonde just nodded her head as a response to her girlfriend and then the glare returned to her expression as she looked Jimin up and down, a scoff escaping her lips.
“You gonna stand there and look stupid or do something?”
Before Jimin even knew what even came over her, she grabbed her cup of water and threw it at the blonde, turning around and immediately storming away. She could hear the gasps and Minjeong seething in anger as she wiped the excess water off her shirt.
“Serves her right.”
Jimin grumbled to herself, not bothering to look back… Mostly because she was scared of meeting Minjeong’s scary gaze, and also afraid to be hit square in the face with a blunt object.
So much for her having a good lunch break.
Two hours later Jimin ended up texting Aeri to meet up and apologized to her about splashing the water on Minjeong. It kinda icked her out how Aeri didn't seem too offended or upset with her despite literally throwing shit at her girlfriend but hey, Jimin wasn't gonna complain if she didn't get her ass beaten.
Aeri had simply chuckled and shook her head, completely nonchalant about the issue and had said, “Don't worry, I get it, you're not the first to be mad at her but.. Probably the first to make it out unscathed.” Jimin shrugged her shoulders and nodded, recalling that Yujin had said Aeri basically tackled Minjeong to get her to not lunge at Jimin as she sped off.
Days had gone by, and despite the quarrel, Jimin tried to be nice to Minjeong, doing her best to not let the blonde’s actions or words get to her. At this point it felt as if the blonde would do it on purpose to get her riled up. So fucking annoying.
The woman played with the ends of her hair that barely went past her jawline, minding her own business on her way to class when she heard arguing.
Being the ever so concerned citizen (she was being nosy), Jimin popped jelly shark candies into her mouth as she rounded the corner of a building. Her eyes landed on Aeri who was trying to reach for Minjeong’s hand, who then promptly slapped it away and stepped back.
“So you want to go and be with someone else then? fucking fine! I don't care.”
“Minjeong, babe, That's not what was happening-”
“Sure looked like it. She was literally eye fucking you, and you did nothing! is it because she's pretty?”
“Somi was not eye-”
“Oh, so now you're defending her, and calling me ugly.”
Jimin’s jaw was dropped, one hand covering her mouth while the other quietly reached for more jellies.
Aeri sighed heavily, threading her fingers through her hair as she pushed it back, clearly tired and stressed.
“Let's break up.”
Minjeong stated, flipping off Aeri as she turned heel and walked away. Jimin gasped quietly and tried concealing herself against a wall, praying to any and ALL gods that the blonde wouldn't find her eavesdropping.
The luck seemed to be in her favor as Minjeong briskly walked past her without so much as noticing she was there, her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed forward. Jimin made a mental note to not run into the blonde for the rest of the day or she might literally die.
She exhaled softly in relief once the coast was clear, holding a hand over her chest.
“What’re you doin?”
Yujin asked, taking a loud sip of her slurpee. Almost comically, Jimin jumped up with a squeal, whipping her head around to see her cousin staring at her incredulously, her head tilted like an oversized puppy.
“Don't-!”
Jimin high-pitched squealed, punching her cousin’s arm lightly. “Scare me like that.!” She grumbled, sighing heavily as she threw an unserious glare.
“Are you being a perv? Gross.”
“I am NOT! Hello? I'm not you, Yujin.”
Jimin huffed as she peaked around the corner of the wall again and saw Aeri walking away.
“Then why’re you being sneaky?” Yujin questioned, stealing a jelly out of her cousin’s hand and eating it in one go.
“You didn't even deny it..” Jimin whispered to herself, but then shook her head and quickly swiped Yujin’s drink, sipping on it as she motioned for the other to follow.
“Aeri and Minjeong just broke up.”
Yujin made a face, not bad nor good just acknowledging it with a shrug. “Oh. Okay.” She breathed, following her cousin to the inside of a building.
Jimin raised a brow. She was expecting some sort of reaction, weren't they friends? Shouldn't Yujin have been shocked at the very least?
“You're not worried?”
Yujin shook her head and took out her phone nonchalantly. “They break up every other week. They'll get back together.”
Jimin blinked, thinking about the fight she had overheard. It seemed a kinda serious fight but hey, she's been at the university for about a month, Yujin has known them for over a year.
The short haired woman had seen Minjeong later that day, during their shared class. Neither had really interacted during it, besides Minjeong groaning every time Jimin would answer a question or just sound like a dork.
Which was always.
Jimin tried to not let it get to her. If the blonde was gonna continue to act like this, maybe getting to know her would help tone it down a little? It was hopeful, but surely Minjeong felt anything other than anger, sarcasm, and violence… Right?
I mean she had to like, not be evil to date someone, and like somewhat stay in the relationship, kinda. Surely there was some sort of good bone in the blonde. Minjeong also tolerated Yujin, which was also really surprising so Jimin had some hope.
It came as a surprise when Minjeong had walked up to her and sat down when the professor asked for the students to form groups of two.
Jimin’s eyebrow shot up so quickly it nearly flung off her face when the blonde glared at the brown haired woman’s original group partner.
The man looked like a dweeb, and knew better than to question thee Kim Minjeong so he got up and left with haste. Not even so much as a bye.
“What?”
Minjeong snapped, feeling the burning sensation of Jimin’s eyes on the side of her face.
There was a lot of confusion going on in the tall woman’s mind, but she decided to gloat a little instead.
“Finally decided to be nice and partner up with me ‘cos I'm smart?”
Minjeong side eyed her.
“No one likes a smart ass, Jaemin.”
The dark haired woman pouted, her eyebrows furrowing forward in annoyance at the blonde saying the wrong name, again.
“It’s Jimin.” She repeated for what felt like the 1000th time. And she knew that Minjeong definitely knew her name, she was just messing it up just to irritate her.
“Anyways, I just didn't want to be paired up with some freak nerd.”
Minjeong grumbled before side eyeing the woman with short hair who was looking at her expectantly. Jimin looked like a weasel to her, a dorky weasel with stupid big eyes and long neck that bobbed every time she spoke.
“Well. An ugly freak nerd.”
The blonde added, rolling her eyes as the dark haired woman cheesed.
“You calling me pretty?”
Jimin asked, a smug expression on her face before she really thought about what had been said. Yeah, maybe it was a backhanded compliment with ‘freak nerd’ but at least it was something.
Especially with Minjeong.
The blonde sighed heavily as she rolled her eyes, “Don't push it.” she warned, her voice low. Jimin quickly nodded her head and turned away, deciding to take the win instead of potentially getting socked in the face.
And then she did something that brought the potential of getting smacked to at least 70%.
Jimin wanted so badly to be nice, get to know the blonde underneath her icy, spiky, dark, soulless, guarded shell. And in her head, the best way to do it while they were on ‘good’ terms was asking about her recent breakup.
“So, uhm.. Are you good.? I know it can be hard.”
Minjeong’s eyebrow shot up and somehow, an emotion other than annoyance slipped through her tone.
“You think it's hard for me?”
She questioned, turning to face Jimin who was attempting to look casual about it, though her eyes were trained on the packet the professor had given them. Jimin knew she would break any sense of nonchalance if she were to look directly at the devil beside her.
The short haired woman nodded her head, nervously clearing her throat before she spoke again.
“I mean yeah– It's not the easiest thing to deal with, I know- well kinda. I've never done it before but, I-I’m here for you, if you need it.”
Jimin thought she nailed it. She really thought this was the way to figure out the blonde and maybe, maybe stop her from being so mean. Eventually.
Minjeong watched with amusement as the taller girl beside her yapped on and on, at the brink of stumbling over her own words.
“Yu Jimin,” The woman in question froze in her seat. She was sooo gonna die. And she sooo knew the blonde actually knew her name.
“You mean to tell me that you think I'm gonna have a hard time doing it by myself?”
Her long, sharp manicured nails tapped the desk for emphasis at the end of her sentence.
Jimin was so fucked. She knew she should have never even thought about bringing up Aeri to Minjeong.
Her eyes slowly went up from Minjeong's hands to her face. The taller woman nodded once.
“Break ups are-” “Calc is not that-”
Minjeong blinked.
Jimin’s jaw dropped. And the silence that followed after was deafening.
Minjeong just held a blank stare, before her usual apathetic expression followed.
“I don't need a virgin like you giving me advice.” She sighed, turning away from the short haired woman and towards the packet in front of her.
Jimin scowled again, groaning as she pulled her own assignment closer to view.
God she felt so stupid. Why in the hell would miss ‘spiky guarded black venomous walls up so high they're impossible to penetrate’ even think about talking to her about something personal.
The tall woman internally ruffled up her own hair in frustration before focusing on the assignment.
The next day Jimin parked her car and yawned as she stepped out, dragging her feet as she walked to the passenger side and opened the door. The tall woman ducked down as she reached for her backpack, holding up her thick framed glasses with one finger while her free hand grabbed the strap and slung the bag over her shoulder.
After securing the backpack, Jimin ducked back down and reached to grab her energy drink, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she closed the door and locked the vehicle with the key fob. The cool weather this morning brought comfort to her, and cleared her head a bit from the strain of all the work she had done.
Jimin was exhausted to say the least, she pulled an all nighter completing a ten page research essay and the energy drinks were probably the only reason why she was still standing. The dark haired woman was simply going to show up to her first class, turn in the paper and then leave to nap in her car until the second class started.
She didn't even want to see anyone today, her hair was a mess, her eyebags felt like they weighed a billion pounds that no amount of concealer could fix. Jimin pulled up the hood of her sweat shirt, hoping it'd cover up her face so no one could witness her at this level of degeneracy.
She leaned back against the car door, closing her eyes for a few moments as a cool breeze brushed past her. Jimin hummed as she opened her eyes and rubbed them gently, relieved she was bare-faced so she didn't have to worry about smudging any eyeliner.
Her dark eyes landed on what she recognized as Aeri’s car, and decided to walk up to it. Maybe if Aeri was there she could pop up and say hi and check up on her before going to class, she'd probably yield better results through her rather than miss ice princess.
Jimin regretted that very decision when she lowered herself to peer through the tinted windows and was faced with Aeri’s tongue down Minjeong's throat.
The woman’s eyes widened, a yelp escaping her lips before she felt immense regret when Minjeong’s eyes fluttered open. Her eyes locked onto Jimin and she pulled away from her girlfriend who didn't notice their visitor and peppered her jaw with kisses.
Jimin raised her hands and shook her head, silently trying to convey that she was in fact NOT trying to peep on them. The blonde shifted where she sat, making Aeri pause and look over curiously.
The tall woman couldn't make out what the blonde was thinking, nor did she want to stick around and find out. Jimin turned on her heel and dashed away, nearly getting hit by a car in the process.
“Oh, Gross.!”
She grumbled to herself, cleaning the top of her can before popping it open.
“Don't people have decency?? It's like 9AM..”
She sighed, fixing her bangs as she made her way towards her first class. The memories of the two making out flashed through her mind, and she tried not to fixate on the way Minjeong looked. Her low eyes, swollen lips, the blush that tinted her cheeks.
Jimin hadn't really seen Minjeong and Aeri really be physical. Sure, she had seen Aeri greet the blonde with a kiss or side hug, and she HAD heard of them getting caught sometimes but, she had never seen it, and it gave her this weird feeling in her chest.
It felt so strange, and didn't make sense in her head when she thought about it. There was no way she was jealous when there wasn't any reason to be, she didn't like either of them like that. But no reasoning could make the feeling in her chest go away.
Jimin gave herself a stupid excuse that she was hanging out with Yujin too much and seeing two hot people kiss was y’know, hot. Yeah, that perv was rubbing off on her.
At least this means they made up which was good, right? Jimin hoped so because the day before she had gotten hit with Minjeong’s backpack and kicked in the shins, which caused her to trip and fall when their class had ended.
She ate complete shit both times and might've gotten a bloody nose.. And it was either because the blonde was extra moody with the breakup, or because Jimin had asked about it.
Or both. Most definitely both.
She had talked about it to Yujin, and all her cousin said was that she got off lucky. Last time someone mentioned Aeri to Minjeong when they were broken up with, Minjeong made them cry and skip classes for a week.
Jimin shuddered, not even wanting to imagine the vile things she only imagined Minjeong could possibly say and do when she was pissed off. It seemed even some professors steered clear of her.
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Jimin sighed softly as she pressed her foot lightly on the break pad, putting her car in park just down the street from Yizhuo’s house. Normally, she would be excited about going out to a party, but for some reason she felt just drained. But, It was Yizhyo’s first time inviting her to a party so she decided she was NOT missing it over having an off day.
She readied herself to get out when all of a sudden she heard this annoying, grating sound that was Yujin digging through her big ass purse. Jimin stared at the brunette with an eyebrow irked, hearing a bunch of trinkets being thrown around and some ominous clinking from the inside.
“Ah! Here, Minie.”
Yujin squealed, pulling out two shooters from her purse, her eyes mirroring that of a crescent moon as she presented the two mini bottles of dark liquor. The dark haired woman’s eyes went wide in disbelief as her cousin casually placed a shooter in her hand.
“Yujin. That's whiskey.”
Jimin announced, gingerly picking up the plastic bottle and eyeing the 45% label on it.
“Oh!”
Yujin exclaimed while peeking over, moving back to dig through her purse again. Promptly a small bag of Lays chips was thrown onto Jimin’s lap along with a small casing of strawberry Hi-chews.
Jimin rolled her eyes and shot an annoyed glare at the brunette as she cracked open the shooter, Yujin following suit with a big grin.
“It's like, half a shot at most.”
Jimin side-eyed her cousin, knowing damn well it was a hell of a lot more than that. Though, if they were staying a few hours and she only drank water throughout the night, she’d be good for the night.
The two women clinked the shooters together and immediately chugged.
Yujin exhaled heavily when she finished, a big scowl on her face as she refrained from gagging. “Okay. Not doing that again.” She breathed out, clearing her throat as Jimin put the top back on her shooter and tossed the bag of chips back to her cousin.
“Looks like you need it more than me.” She teased, a playful smile on her face as she opened the car door and got out, taking the hi-chews with her.
Yujin flipped the short haired woman off as she threw her purse and chips onto the car seats in the back after stepping out, shaking her head.
“Shut it.”
The walk to Yizhuo’s house wasn't too long, they were down the block but no longer than a two brisk minute walk.
Jimin stuffed two pieces of candy in her mouth, smiling to herself as the cold air brushed her hair back. She stuffed the packet of Hi-chews into the pocket of her leather jacket and kept her hand there for warmth, as it felt like it was a little too cold out.
Yujin looped her arm around Jimin's free arm, throwing in a “I'm cold, Minie.” as she pulled her along the sidewalk. After they passed a few houses, they could hear the music coming from Yizhuo’s own, which had Jimin wondering how the hell the neighbor’s hadn't filed a noise complaint already.
A rowdy college party on a Thursday night surely would disturb someone around the area, she would think.
Jimin pulled down the back of her shirt black shorts as they walked, absentmindedly adjusting her clothes as Yujin hummed in excitement. She glanced down and lowkey regretted her outfit choice, she didn't realize it was this big of a party and was wearing a white cropped dress shirt with a black tie that Yujin had tied a bit too tightly for her liking. With the amount of people that are probably at Yizhuo’s house, there's a high chance that either a drink, food, or something diabolical would spill on Jimin and honestly, she quickly accepted that she’d have to take her clothes to the dry cleaners tomorrow.
“Holy shit, I can feel the bass from here.” Yujin commented, excitement bubbling in her tone as she walked at a faster pace, making their way to Yizhuo’s lawn.
“Do her neighbors not complain?” Jimin questioned, glancing around at the houses around them, granted they were more spaced out compared to regular neighborhoods, and also, bigger than normal houses. But still, that shit must be loud as hell.
As the two girls walked up the concrete walkway, Jimin whipped her towards the stench of cigarette smoke, where she found Minjeong exhaling a puff. Jimin tilted her head curiously, wondering why the blonde was out alone during the party. Maybe Aeri hadn't arrived yet.
Yujin seemed to have followed her line of sight because she squeezed Jimin closer and attempted to speed their way to the front door to avoid the blonde.
“You. Come.”
Minjeong called out, pointing with her free hand directly at Jimin. The woman in question froze like a deer in the headlights and looked at Yujin who shook her head quickly and separated their arms with haste. “Nope, Nope. Not me, goodluck!” She whispered, bumping her cousin with her hip in Minjeong's direction and quickly walked to the entrance. That traitor.
Jimin cursed under her breath and glared at Yujin as she quickly stepped into the house, the music blaring then softening as the woman walked in. With a defeated sigh, Jimin turned and gave a polite smile towards the blonde, slowly walking up to her.
“Heyy Minjeong..”
The dark haired woman waved, her dark eyes squinting at the lit cigarette for a moment before looking up at the blonde who sat on the tall railing that surrounded the front patio.
Minjeong nodded her head as a greeting, putting out the cigarette as she crossed her legs while looking down at the short haired woman. And thank god she did because the blonde was wearing a miniskirt and Jimin was scared she was one glance away from accidentally seeing something that Minjeong would kill her for.
“Hey, you don't look as bad as you usually do.” The blonde said with a slight smirk, putting one arm behind her to lean back comfortably.
Jimin rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders “Thanks, I think you look nice too.” She scoffed, crossing her arms and nodded her head towards the door. “So why’re you alone out here?”
The question was genuine, but from the way that Minjeong raised a brow had the short haired woman worried she misspoke. Jimin just got here and really wanted to enjoy the party without getting smacked, so she tried making the question sound better. The attempt was definitely there.
“You- You uh, really needed a smoke break.?”
Nope. It actually was worse, somehow she made it worse.
Relief flooded through her when she heard the blonde chortle before she laughed a bit. Jimin slowly looked back at Minjeong who had, just in time, blown a puff of that damned Miami mint flavored geekbar.
“Hah- No, I didn't need a smoke break, Jimin.” She mocked, a grin plastered on her face as the short haired woman wafted the smoke away from her face, a small pout on her face.
Minjeong nodded her head towards the house behind her and looked pointedly at a window, “Someone got really high and threw up. Can't stand the smell so I was waiting for it to air out.”
The blonde explained, her eyebrow slightly furrowed forward when realizing that Jimin actually was listening and nodding her head along in understanding.
It wasn't like no one listened to Minjeong, It's just that she doesn't think she's met anyone so animated with their expressions. Jimin was nodding and making faces for every other word of her very short explanation, it was kinda weird. In an adoring way.
“Oh that's gross and- yeah that's a good reason to be out. Hopefully by now it's out though.”
Jimin yapped, her eyes lingering on Minjeong’s thighs for a moment before she looked up to see the blonde shrugging her shoulders as she crossed her arms before glancing back at the front door.
“Probably. I've been out here for ten-”
Minjeong paused, whipping her head down as she felt the weight of a warm jacket drape over her legs. Jimin looked up at her with the widest eyes she'd ever seen, her cheeks dusted with a light pink as they locked eyes.
“You got goosebumps on your legs.. Really chilly out tonight.” The taller woman awkwardly explained as Minjeong looked her up and down inquisitively.
“You're too nice for your own good.”
Minjeong commented as she grabbed the leather jacket and put it on properly, sighing when she finished and stared Jimin down. “I'm stealing this, by the way.”
Jimin groaned dramatically, throwing up her hands in mock frustration as she once again, quickly accepted defeat.
“Don't you have enough of Aeri’s jackets or something?” The tall woman wryly, a pout forming on her lips as she watched the blonde shrug and scooch her legs forward as if she were going to hop off the fence.
The fence was probably like, 6 feet high total, which was obviously much taller than the blonde. So, like the gentlewoman Jimin was, she outstretched her hand and turned her head away.
“I don't need help.” Minjeong hissed, throwing a glare towards Jimin’s outstretched hand. She didn't need Jimin’s help. The dark haired woman chuckled slightly, nodding her head as she stared down at the grass “Yeah, I know you don't.”
Minjeong stared at the taller girl’s hand before she sighed heavily and took it, quickly leaping down from the railing onto the grass beside Jimin.
She was quietly thankful that Jimin decided to look at the ground or else she would've flashed her along with the entire neighborhood as her mini skirt went flying the moment she hopped off the edge.
Jimin released the blonde’s hand quickly, staying silent as Minjeong stared at her. With a harsh tug, the taller woman was pulled so hard by her tie that she swore she almost got whiplash, and nearly choked.
“Sorry?!” Jimin squeaked, wincing with her eyes closed out of pure instinct. “Relax, you just look like a dork.” Minjeong chuckled, reaching up a bit higher to loosen the knot of Jimin’s tie.
The dark haired woman cautiously opened her eyes, looking down as Minjeong adjusted her tie. “It is nice that you're scared of me, though. You should be.” The blonde taunted, a lopsided smirk playing on her lips and Jimin froze as she stared at her lip piercing.
It was a weird and perplexing moment for Jimin because, so many things felt wrong when it came to Minjeong. Granted, she still tried being friendly, being nice so that maybe she could crack the girl’s guard. Maybe she was over invested in trying to figure her out. Maybe she was trying too hard to soften up the blonde for her own gain.
Jimin should hate Minjeong, hate her for the bitch she acts like, for the times they’ve fought and argued, the times that the blonde hurt her. But the way her heart fluttered whenever Minjeong was close, or when she treated her softly.
“That's only because you always have some sort of weapon on you..”
Jimin breathed, swallowing down any rising feelings that surfaced. Minjeong and Aeri were dating, even when they weren't. It'd be a bitch move to try to move in on a friend’s ex. Friend? A loose friend? Did it really matter?
Minjeong stared at the fabric of the tie in her hands, holding onto it gently before a small chuckle escaped her lips. “You're not a very good liar.” She replied, taking a chance and glancing up at the dark haired woman who had been sulking before they locked eyes.
“And you should be scared.” The blonde warned. She had been kicked out of the majority of schools her whole life, Banned from public universities which is why she had to be put in a private one. She wasn't a good person and was constantly reminded of it by others, and after some time Minjeong just accepted it.
Jimin's eyes widened in recognition, maybe at something more than her words. What they meant, what it meant to Minjeong to be saying them.
There was a fleeting moment where Minjeong felt something inside of her click, but she quickly put it away. The tall woman opened her mouth to speak but was cut off as she was jerked forward by her neck tie, Minjeong had turned on her heel and pulled on the tie as she walked.
“C'mon we’re missing the party, dog.”
“I am not a dog.”
Jimin huffed out in annoyance at the blonde’s words yet still let herself be walked like one.
Minjeong dropped the tie as she opened the door, and a wave of really loud music, alcohol, sweat and the smell of a LOT of weed infiltrated Jimin’s senses.
Yizhuo was chatting away with Yunjin on the couch when she noticed the two walk in, immediately she jumped up on her feet and made her way towards Jimin.
“Heyy! Welcome in!” Yizhuo sang, walking right past Minjeong to jump happily into Jimin’s arms. The younger woman’s eyes were hung so low that Jimin just knew that she was blasted as fuck.
“Hiya Ning,” She greeted, returning the hug just as excitedly. “You can go anywhere in here and grab whatever you need! Just don't let the outsiders into rooms, they're all locked.” The red haired woman giggled as she looped her arm with Jimin’s and pulled her through the crowd of people in her living room.
“Let's get you a drink~” Yizhuo hummed as they approached the kitchen, the two smiling and waving at those they recognized. When Jimin glanced back she noticed that Minjeong was missing. Jimin just nodded her head, inwardly promising herself that she wouldn't have more than one drink for the night.
Yizhuo had grabbed her a bottle of some sort of dark beer, she wasn't really a beer drinker but, the brew was heavy enough to make her tipsy just for a bit.
Jimin soon found herself trapped between Yunjin and Chaewon, their legs draping comfortably over the short haired woman’s own. Chaewon was several drinks in, a fruity vape in-hand as she chatted away to Aeri who was across the couch on a chair, with Minjeong sitting lazily next to her.
Yunjin was high as fuck, probably just as high as Yizhuo usually was, her words slurring and movements heavy with her body leaning against Jimin’s shoulder. It didn't make Jimin’s heart flutter, though, anytime she wanted to look down at her lap or hands she was greeted by boobs in her face, essentially. It definitely wasn't the worst sight in the world, probably the opposite but Jimin found herself looking anywhere else but down.
The short haired woman lost her cousin somewhere in the crowd, not that she minded, she had her location on her phone and loved the idea of not having her cousin’s loud ass voice blasting her eardrums. As she hummed to the R&B song blasting from the speakers, she cocked her eyebrow up the moment the song switched off and the speakers were silent for a few seconds.
Evacuate the Dance Floor by Cascada started playing.
“Yup. We’re getting up.” Yizhuo announced, rising to her feet the moment the first beat hit. “Oh my godd, fuck yes.” Yunjin chimed in, a wide smile on her face as she pulled Jimin and Chaewon up from the couch.
Everyone seemed to agree as they haphazardly got up from their comfortable seating positions, their bodies already moving to the rhythm as the group made their way towards the back patio, where Ryujin was DJ-ing at.
The navy blue haired girl grinned haughtily, her cheek whiskers coming into view as the group, along with several other people started swarming around her elevated set. The patio soon turned into what seemed to be a makeshift nightclub, bodies turning hot and sweaty as they danced skin to skin.
Jimin let loose, her hips swaying to the music while her hands rested on some random girl’s hips, singing passionately as the two women danced together. Mid-song, the tall woman felt a light tap on her shoulder, Jimin kept swaying her hips but glanced back to see Chaewon offering a ‘mixed’ shot, as the crudely made sign on the tray was labeled.
Jimin inwardly chuckled as she realized that the short haired not only had a shot for her, but an entire shot tray. She agreed with the nod of her head, a lazy grin forming in her lips as Chaewon motioned to tilt her head back so that she could pour up.
The burn hit her throat within moments of her leaning back, Chaewon moving to her side to be able to pour the liquid without spilling. In the middle of Jimin lowkey fighting for her life trying to swallow down the tequila, she felt a weight slither around her shoulders and gently curl around her neck.
That shit was NOT a mixed drink.
“Drink up.” Minjeong almost purred, a loopy smile dancing on her lips as they now swayed together, fueled by the drinks and the music. Jimin would be lying if she didn't feel the shivers that ran down her spine at the feeling of Minjeong’s hot breath against the back of her neck, and it took a lot of will power to not just turn around and do something about it.
The blonde looked pointedly at another shot glass on the tray and smirked as Chaewon immediately picked up the signal and poured another shot in Jimin’s mouth.
Jimin felt like she was in hell, the burn in her throat was on the verge of activating her gag reflex, but she was determined to not make a fool out of herself at Yizhuo’s party. Her hands abandoned the hips they once held, and the girl didn't seem to mind, drunkenly moving away to dance with someone else.
The tall woman reached up and grabbed Minjeong's hand, mostly for moral support because god fucking damn Chaewon had a heavy hand. The first ‘shot’ already had her brain feeling hazy and she knew damn well Chaewon mixed it with probably ONE drop of sprite. And that was Jimin being extremely generous.
That, or the glasses were actually double shots, which meant that Jimin was screwed.
“Fuuck..”
The tall woman almost choked, clearing her throat as Chaewon turned away with the tray, a sway in her hips as she went round to find another victim. Jimin had tears at the waterline of her eyes, clearly still trying to recover from her near death experience.
“Oh. Oh god. I-I’m- Not doing that, shit.”
Minjeong heard Jimin tell herself, snorting as they continued to dance. She then felt Yizhuo push up against her, nodding her head and swinging her hips as Aeri loosely curled an arm around her waist.
The blonde just smiled, genuinely.
She didn't mind, nor care that her girlfriend was dancing with Yizhuo, they were all having fun and she knew there was nothing between the two. She trusted the girls with Aeri, and although on a normal day she would've caused a problem for the hell of it- Minjeong wanted to have fun tonight, no arguments about dumb shit.
Their group stayed dancing for a few more songs, and Jimin was the first to tap out as she started to lose her footing now that the shots were starting to kick in.
Jimin sighed softly to herself as she made it back to the kitchen, casually walking past the table that had a girl laying down on it, with someone taking a body shot off her. She shook her head, willing herself to walk straight as she beelined towards a cooler knowing damn well that she needed water.
An arm slid around her shoulders, and she stopped herself from leaning down as she recognized the smell of her cousin’s perfume beside her. “Heyyy Minie, need some water? I got some.” she offered, gently shaking her red cup around.
Rule number one, Never trust Yujin under any circumstances. The only rule actually, and Jimin had forgotten it.
After she smacked the fuck out of Yujin’s arm for tricking her into taking a bigass gulp of tequila mixed with club soda, Jimin finally found a bottle of water. She finished half of it in one giant gulp, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she used her free hand to check her looks on her phone. She fished out a small packet of powdered electrolytes out of her butt pocket and poured it into the remainder of the water, shaking the bottle before downing it.
It tasted vile. But, she knew it would help her keep up. Jimin made her way to what seemed to be an open bathroom down the hall from the kitchen, debating whether she really wanted to break her seal and pee or not. She drunkly stood directly in front of the door, her face extremely pensive for someone thinking about peeing. It took much longer than it should have for her to finally decide and she was in and out of the bathroom after a few minutes.
She checked her makeup was good, clothes were mostly clean, She wanted to reapply her lip gloss for good measure but remembered that it was left inside her jacket that Minjeong had stolen.
Jimin could feel the vibrations of the bass from the speakers in her teeth as she sauntered towards the patio, her hands lazily resting in the tiny space that the pockets of her minishorts gave her. She leaned against the door frame as she watched everyone dance, scanning the sweaty and tangled bodies move with the music.
She noticed that Ryujin was taking a break, connecting her phone to the speakers rather than trying to mix her playlists. She was dancing loosely with a taller girl, who she recognized as Yeji. It took Jimin a minute to spot Chaewon who had long abandoned the tray, Yizhuo who was pulling Yunjin by the wrist out of the crowd, and then she saw her cousin who was making an absolute fool of herself.
She chuckled to herself, feeling oddly at peace and happy with how the night was going. With a polite smile, the tall woman moved out of the doorframe and Yizhuo made her way inside with Yunjin, walking out of her sights quickly.
“Oh?”
The short haired woman mumbled, surprised by the duo but deciding it was none of her business.
When Jimin’s eyes scanned the crowd again, the glint of a glass liquor bottle being raised caught her eye. It was being carried by someone blonde, and they were pouring it into Aeri’s mouth. She smiled slightly, looking away and nodding her head to the beat of the song before she whipped her head back around and her smile dropped completely.
Minjeong was standing behind Aeri, staring hard at her girlfriend. The energy coming out of the short blonde was scary enough to make Jimin freeze in her spot, squinting her eyes to recognize the other blonde as Somi. “Oh shit.” she breathed, her eyes darting between the glass bottle and the pissed off look on Minjeong’s face.
Someone could die if they got hit with that thing, and with the way Minjeong was just still, seething with anger, someone MIGHT die.
Before she knew what crossed her mind, Jimin found herself pushing her way through the crowd, her eyes wide as she watched Minjeong shove Aeri back. Whatever was said between their short exchange was enough to start grabbing the attention of the crowd around them.
“Minjeong!”
Jimin called out, adrenaline spiking as she watched the blonde lift her hand up that was alarmingly close to the glass bottle. It was enough to make Minjeong pause and look back at her, her gaze sharp and piercing, like if Jimin were to say the wrong thing she might get hit too.
Her smaller hand reached out and grabbed onto Minjeong's, gently pulling her away from Aeri and Somi. Aeri raised her hands up as if she were getting arrested, slightly stumbling as Minjeong used her free hand to shove her away. “Whatever, I didn't do shit.” Aeri slurred, her breath reeking of the tequila that had just been poured in her mouth.
Minjeong had already turned away but she whipped her head back around, a neck vein visible as she fired back. “I-Oh my fucking god, That's the whole point!”
The blonde’s eyes were red and glazed over, it had Jimin freaking out because she had never seen Minjeong this angry. The rest of the time, yeah she was mad, but there was no real emotion behind it. This felt different, it was different.
Everything Minjeong wanted to say felt as if she were swallowing nails the second she opened her mouth, absentmindedly fiddled with her lip piercing with the point of her tongue as she stayed glaring daggers at her girlfriend.
“You just don't care! And then you don't even bother to-”
The blonde paused for a moment, as a wave of clarity crashed into her. She snapped her eyes away from Aeri and just shook her head exasperatedly,
“Never fucking mind, I'm over it and it's over. For real this time, Aeri.”
Minjeong spat, letting herself be dragged away by Jimin, who quickly pulled her close to her chest and led her out of the crowd. Onlookers were met with glares from Minjeong and a look of warning from the taller woman whose eyes were open and alarmed, as if to say 'Don't even ask.’
The blonde exhaled heavily, her eyes rolling as she took one last glance at Aeri, who seemed to blow her off before her line of sight was blocked by dancers and Jimin who gently shook her head and nodded her head forward.
“Let's just head inside.”
Jimin said lowly, her breath fanning across the back of Minjeong’s ear, one hand carefully guiding the small of the other's back.
Minjeong wordlessly nodded and let herself be dragged away, a slight pout on her lips as she thought about Aeri and how much it just frustrated her.
It wasn't that Aeri wasn't listening to her, it's that Aeri just didn't care enough to do anything about it. It had always been an endless cycle of drama and situations that most likely could have been avoided, but she just felt insane how most of the repercussions ended up falling back on her. They always did.
She hadn't even realized that Jimin had pulled her into the kitchen until the tall woman was gently poking her hand with a closed water bottle. Minjeong raised a brow slightly and briefly exchanged glances with Jimin who had a shot of god knows what in her free hand.
“Oh,”
Jimin hummed, glancing between both of her occupied hands and letting out quiet and, might Minjeong add, weird noises as she used one hand to open the water. “Here, sorry about the bit that spilled.”
“Thanks.” The blonde whispered, grabbing the bottle and taking a few small sips while Jimin downed her shot because she was NOT equipped to deal with a crying Minjeong in any capacity.
The shot would not do anything to help her give better advice to help, but it would do wonders to calm her down (be more drunk) and be a little less scared of an angry Minjeong. She had at least 5 shots in the last 20 minutes, any sort of sobriety was holding on by a string, if even that.
Jimin made a face when she lowered the shot glass, scowling from the intense taste of the tequila and shuddering before abandoning the glass on a countertop. “You.. You okay?” she cautiously asked, squinting her eyes to try and hear the blonde better through all the chatter and music around them. The tall woman moved her arm forward and placed it on the counter beside the blonde’s hips, trying to not lose balance.
Minjeong’s face hardened in distaste, groaning as she quickly clasped her hand over Jimin’s mouth, effectively silencing the tall woman. “Don't.” She sighed, her icy glare staring right into Jimin’s doe eyes.
“Right, sorry.”
Jimin whispered, glancing down at the hand that covered her mouth, an eyebrow slightly raised as Minjeong kept her hand there. Usually, she'd either smack someone then immediately get her hands off of them in disgust, and Jimin thought it would be reallyyy funny if she were to lick her hand.
Minjeong felt the beginning of what turned out to be a smirk underneath her palm and jolted her hand away, already fully aware that Jimin was about to say or do some stupid shit.
“Whoa, this freak.”
Jimin mused, breaking eye contact to look to her side and glare slightly when someone bumped into her back as they walked past the two women. “You're drunk.” Minjeong stated, folding her arms across her chest while she leaned back and rested the small of her back against the counter.
“Huh? What’d you say?”
The taller woman mumbled as she turned to face Minjeong and leaned in, moving the side of her head close to the blonde’s face to hear better. Minjeong full-stopped the moment Jimin’s stupid perfume invaded her senses, and if looks could kill, Jimin’s head would've been blown off right at that instant.
She hated to admit that the short haired woman smelt good, really good. Whatever perfume she was wearing was different from the one she usually wore that smelt like fresh laundry, Jimin always smelt clean, dorky.
But the scent coming from her neck was musky, mature, and alluring in the sense that it was a quiet seduction. You wouldn't be able to smell it unless you were close enough to her, and Minjeong was clenching her jaw tight in effort to hold back from taking what she imagined would be an intoxicating bite.
Minjeong chewed on her bottom lip as Jimin peered down at her after a beat of silence. “You're drunk.” She repeated after a moment, trying to keep her voice as deadpan as she could. She’d rather die than admit that she kinda wanted the freaking dork in front of her. She spent days, even weeks poking fun at her and annoying her. It was annoying, Jimin was annoying with her stupid handsome smile and really full pretty lips and her stupid view of how things should work.
“I'm a hunk?” Jimin teased, a grin creeping up her lips as Minjeong not so gently punched her arm in annoyance while resisting the urge to laugh.
“Ow!”
Jimin whined, pouting as she pulled back and rubbed the spot where Minjeong had hit her. It was kind of funny to see worry pass throughout the blonde’s expression before she realized Jimin was teasing her and it went back to being guarded. The short haired woman sized the blonde up, her gaze slowly rising up Minjeong’s body before it stopped on the other’s face again, tilting her head to one side lazily.
Jimin also just really liked looking at her face, which felt odd most times because she swore she loathed Minjeong's existence in some format. They were loose friends, never hung out solo and the one time they did Jimin backed out because the blonde had a shovel and rope in her car. She never asked what Minjeong was planning to do with her, and she decided to not bring it up either.
Definitely a scary experience that she was sure would've ended up with Minjeong doing some sort of twisted prank or just Minjeong killing her.
“You're such a baby, I didn't even hit you that hard.”
Minjeong’s voice interrupted the tangent that Jimin’s thoughts had gone to. “You totally did. I'm gonna bruise.” The taller woman complained as she glanced around as she felt space around them get more crowded.
“Oh, I can give you something that'll really bruise.” The blonde threatened, though it came off flirty in Jimin’s ears. Minjeong internally cursed, on any other day it would’ve sounded like a genuine threat, it probably would’ve been a threat. Hell, hours ago it would've been a threat, but right now her raspy voice betrayed her.
The short haired woman inched forward a bit more, wary of the people walking behind her with their drinks spilling over out onto the floor. She just got these boots and was gonna be pissed if someone’s fruity ass drink spilt on them. “You're pretty demented y’know that?” Jimin responded, her drunken grin making its way onto her lips again.
What Jimin wasn't wary of, was the fact she was trapping Minjeong further against the counter, not noticing until the front of her boot lightly hit the front of the other’s own boot.
“Whoa, Sorry-”
Jimin whipped around and shut right up as she looked down at the blonde whose face was no more than a few inches away. She couldn't help how fast her eyes fell down to Minjeong’s perfect lips, how her silver lip ring was egging her on to find out how it would feel against her own lips. Her brain felt hazy as she swallowed nervously, realizing the blonde was watching her neck bob and suddenly her throat felt dry.
Minjeong was shifting below her, catching Jimin right in the act of her oogling her lip piercing before she had looked into her eyes. Now Jimin wasn't the smartest when it came to weighing in on the blonde and her reactions but, she could feel that something shifted between them in that moment.
“You.,” Minjeong cleared her throat, "You're calling me pretty and demented? Talk to me more like that and you'll end up in my pants.” She nearly whispered, her tone much lower and on edge then she intended.
Fuck it, she was now single and had no intention to ever go back to Aeri. Fuck with what she dealt with maybe she deserved to flirt, maybe even make out with someone else. She didn’t give a fuck if it was ten minutes ago that they broke up, she knew damn well she had been over the relationship since the first time her and Aeri fought about Somi which had been months ago.
Never in her life did Minjeong think she would ever flirt with Jimin, not even as a joke but here she was, nervous and trapped against the kitchen counter so she threw her comment out as a coverup but it just made her even more embarrassed how it came out flirty. Felt more humiliating knowing that secretly, she in fact did want it to be flirtatious, but It had to be some twisted joke the way her body was betraying her.
It was hard to remain unfazed and confident in front of Jimin who looked like she was eyefucking her just inches away. Her eyes were so hooded and low (thanks to chaewon and her double shots) and Minjeong exhaled shakily through her mouth as she felt a hot sensation pouring into the pit of her tummy.
It was so fucking weird. It was the drinks. It had to be the fact that they both were drinking tonight. Jimin had a couple shots more than her but that had to be why she was acting insane enough to flirt with Yu Jimin, and why the taller woman was actually flirting back. Gods she’d have to kill Jimin later for even witnessing this.
The ever so smooth Yu Jimin in question froze where she stood towering over Minjeong, “...You're not wearing any pants though..?”
Jimin fumbled. She so fumbled and she was so self aware and, oh my god the way Minjeong was now staring at her was so deplorable she wanted to actually die. This felt worse than a humiliation ritual and she could feel the tip of her ears burning bright red.
The blonde was just staring at her and Jimin looked away, visibly embarrassed and no where as confident as she seemed about 10 seconds ago. She was self reflecting, like she really had the perfect shot to look cool, collected, and she literally just fumbled in a way that had to be a new entry for mankind.
“God.. you’re actually pathetic..” Minjeong breathed out, her eyes visibly darkening. She then shoulder checked Jimin before the blonde began to drag the taller woman by her tie.
Jimin had fully accepted that she was gonna die because Minjeong looked pissed as fuck. She knew was gonna be taken out back like a dog and beat up with a bat or something.
At some point, Minjeong snatched a beer can from some dude who was about to chug it and shotgunned it in front of him, pushing the empty can into his chest before she continued on her war path through Yizhuo's home. Fuck it, Minjeong was really doing this.
So, Jimin did what she always did when nervous, and especially inebriated, which was yap. She was apologizing, theorizing, bartering, pleading all the way up the stairs. The short haired woman could feel Minjeong's gaze boring into the side of her face but she refused to look anywhere but the floor.
The blonde stopped in her tracks in front of a door, sighing as she attempted to grab the handle and open it, but the door handle didn't budge, locked. She stared at the electronic keypad on it and quickly started to input numbers.
“-Really, Like I can't die right now I need to bring Yujin home and I've actually got an exam, I can't miss-” Jimin stopped as she heard the lock beep and flash green, audibly gulping as Minjeong turned to face her.
Minjeong’s face looked flushed, more than what Jimin remembered just back at the kitchen where they stood minutes ago. Maybe it was the alcohol finally kicking in the small woman’s system, it could've been anything really. Jimin flinched and moved to cover her face with her hands when Minjeong raised her hand up and grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her down.
“Jimin. You really need to shut up right now.”
Minjeong rasped, her voice low. Jimin swore she felt her neurons activate on all cylinders upon hearing Minjeong’s voice. She wasn't mad. She wasn't gonna kill her, if anything, she sounded… Turned on..?
The taller woman felt her body short circuiting, but had no more time to think about the implications as the blonde pulled her neck lower and pressed her lips against Jimin’s.
Their teeth clashed unsteadily as Jimin tried saving herself from literally falling over Minjeong, the surprise of both the kiss and sudden movement knocked her off balance.
It was a sloppy kiss, the two girls stepping back until the blonde's back hit the door harshly.
Jimin’s free hand immediately traveled to Minjeong’s waist and gently rubbed the small of her back. She found herself pulling Minjeong’s body flush against her own, grinning into the kiss as the shorter woman tiptoed while she wrapped her arms around Jimin’s neck.
Minjeong unhooked one arm from around Jimin and palmed the door behind her, feeling for the handle and breaking the heated kiss once she grabbed onto it. Her chest was heaving, and Jimin’s lips chased her own when she pulled back and left a soft kiss at the corner of Minjeong's mouth before Jimin’s eyes fluttered open as she looked at the smaller woman.
“Let's..” The blonde whispered breathlessly, her chest heaving as turned her head slightly to the side as Jimin leaned in again to kiss her. As she looked up in Jimin’s dark eyes she could see just how ravenous the short haired woman was, it was unlike anything she had ever seen Jimin act like.
“Let's head inside-” Minjeong finished, a loopy smile on her face as Jimin pressed sloppy wet kisses against her neck greedily, “Jimin.” Minjeong warned, pushing her head away lightly, laughing dryly when the tall woman whined but pulled back.
The blonde had to pretend the way Jimin wanted her wasn't turning her on more, and the way Jimin was staring down at her so hungrily definitely wasn’t helping her hide it either.
The smaller woman quickly fumbled with the handle and quickly opened the door behind her, using her free hand to once again grab a hold of Jimin’s neck tie then quickly led her inside what turned out to be a bathroom.
Jimin could barely contain herself as she hovered behind the blonde as they stepped inside, her hands greedily palmed Minjeong’s waist and hips, internally wishing she was able to feel her skin beneath the mini-skirt’s fabric. At this point, she had thrown away any and all shame, the alcohol gave her enough liquid courage to give into what she had been dreaming of. Plus, if Minjeong ever gave her shit for being so needy she could always blackmail her with the fact that the blonde had kissed her first.
The lights around them were already on in the bathroom, and Jimin took a second to admire just how extravagant the room was. It was way bigger than her dorm room, and holy shit she hadn’t realized how wealthy Yizhuo really was. For fucks sake the toilet itself was separated from the rest of the room with a half wall for privacy.
Minjeong pulled her until they reached the sink, drunk giggles spilling from their lips as Jimin stumbled behind the blonde, pressing hot kisses onto her neck.
Every kiss made the skin beneath Jimin’s lips feel as if it was on fire, her tongue swiping at the skin sent an entirely different electrifying sensation. Fuck, maybe it was the drinks getting to Minjeong’s head that made everything feel so intense– so intoxicating.
The blonde bit her lip to stifle a moan from spilling out, her hands resting on the cold bathroom countertop.
As she slowly looked up from the bathroom countertop she felt a second wave of heat flush throughout her body. In the mirror she could see how she was just a hair away from becoming ruined.
Her lipstick was smudged with two different shades of pink, hickeys and lipstick kisses littered the side of her neck. Jimin’s hands were traveling around her waist as if it were her lifeline, strong digits pressing into what would be her skin if the cloth of her skirt didn't cover her hips and ass.
Minjeong knew her resolve would crumble if she stayed watching the mirror so she swiftly turned herself around, wrapping her arms loosely around Jimin’s neck and caught her lips in another kiss.
“god.”
Jimin groaned into the kiss, lowering herself while her hands traveled down her sides and made contact with the skin of the other’s thighs. Without breaking the kiss, the tall woman hoisted Minjeong up and on top of the bathroom counter.
Minjeong's body reacted immediately by wrapping her legs around Jimin’s waist and pulling her impossibly closer. Her lips parted in shock as she was placed on the cold counter, but Jimin took this as an advantage to slide her tongue across the blonde's lips.
The dark haired woman bit down and tugged on Minjeong's lower lip with just enough pressure for it to sting before she pulled away, a lopsided grin on her face as a soft moan escaped the other’s lips.
Her eyes were low, dripping with lust as she took the time to check out the blonde. Her eyes ravaged the sight of Minjeong’s thighs trapping her in place, her mini dress hanging on a frayed thread of humility. Just a mere tug, movement, squirm away from being flipped up and display a sight that made Jimin salivate.
Minjeong pulled Jimin by her belt loop, taking a shaky breath as the taller woman gently ran her palms on her thighs. God she wanted to see Jimin ruined so badly. She needed to wipe that stupid sexy grin off her face.
“I always kinda wondered what it'd be like to kiss someone with lip rings.” Jimin murmured, her voice low and husky. Minjeong wrapped her arms around Jimin’s neck, an amused chuckle escaping her lips as she tilted her head as she looked up at the other.
“Righttt, how long have you been wondering about that?” She asked, an eyebrow slightly raised. And by the look on Jimin’s face, she already knew the answer.
“Since I met you.”
Jimin admitted shamelessly, her eyes dropping down to Minjeong’s swollen lips. The blonde smirked and pulled Jimin lower, their lips mere inches apart.
“Holy shit.”Yizhuo’s voice echoed.
Jimin’s blood ran cold. Minjeong’s heart dropped and essentially fell out of her ass.
Minjeong’s body reacted on its own and quite literally kicked Jimin off of her. The tall woman squealed as she flew back and stumbled onto the wall behind her, a towel that had once been neatly placed onto a towel rack falling onto her head.
The blonde’s head pivoted towards the back of the bathroom where she saw not one but TWO pairs of eyes peeking over from the half wall. Yizhuo and Yunjin. My god it had to be the two people with the biggest mouths on planet Earth having caught them.
Jimin rose to her feet unsteadily, her head half spinning as she threw the towel off her head and squinted towards the back. “What are you two doing in here?!” Minjeong’s voice rose, her face turning red as she got off the counter and started walking towards the two women who were still hard to see under the dimmed lights.
“STOP WAIT IM PEEING.”
Yizhuo screamed, and Yunjin took a huge step away, also screaming in fear, and scrambled to the edge of the bathroom. Jimin stepped behind Minjeong who was marching her way towards the two girls and wrapped her arms around her waist to hold her back.
“Let go!” Minjeong grunted, hitting her fists against Jimin's forearms.
A toilet was then flushed and Yizhuo hastily stood up and fumbled with her shorts.
“You know I don't like peeing alone when I get blasted.” Yizhuo explained from over the half wall, a pout on her face as she then looked over at Yunjin who looked half scared to death in the corner.
Minjeong elbowed Jimin and glared at Yizhuo and Yunjin as the taller woman doubled over, groaning. “I want to clarify that I'm not cheating, I broke up with her ‘cause of Somi, again.” The blonde said as the two women slowly moved from behind the half wall. As embarrassed as she was, she in fact was in Yizhuo’s house. And also knew for a fact that Yizhuo wasn't lying, shit, Minjeong had held her hand a few times while she peed in the bathroom while Yizhuo was high as balls.
Yunjin quickly nodded her head and nudged her shoulder with Yizhuo’s. “I'm honestly just surprised it's the omega dork.” She mumbled and Minjeong’s eyebrow shot up. Yunjin squeaked and then cowered behind Yizhuo.
The dork in question was hunched over cradling her ribs with one arm while the other weakly held onto Minjeong’s arm.
“H-Hey, I'm not.” Jimin protested, her voice strained as she stood up straight and swallowed hard as she warily looked at Minjeong’s arm. Yizhuo literally laughed in Jimin’s face and shook her head as she grabbed Yunjin’s wrist and began to walk past them. She knew it was better to get out faster or else Minjeong’s gears would really start turning and she might hit them on the spot.
Jimin looked at Minjeong for any sort of defense but the blonde shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘Well, she's not wrong.’. And to be fair, Yunjin wasn’t wrong.
“I won't say anything, promiseee.”
Yizhuo sang as she opened the door, smiling as she waved her free hand at the two, an evil look twinkling in her eyes as the door closed behind Yunjin.
The short haired woman pouted, jutting her lower lip out as Minjeong sighed softly before turning to face her.
Jimin still looked really drunk, her face was pink and warm to the touch, her eyes low and glossed over. Her hands bravely searched for Minjeong's waist, as if this had been a casual occurrence for the two.
The blonde allowed it, rolling her eyes in faux annoyance as the taller woman pulled her in closer. “You know, for someone who has never touched me, you seem awfully fond of grabbing my waist.”
The blonde whispered as she looked up, her hands evilly snaking up Jimin’s stomach and chest before she clasped them behind her neck. Jimin took a sharp breath, willing herself to be calm as the blonde teased her.
“I'm a woman of taste.” Jimin replied with a toothy grin, leaving the blonde partially confused by the answer.
“Like… If I had to take a body shot off you like those girls were doing in the kitchen, I.. I would have to be pried off of you."
Minjeong was no longer confused by the answer. Okay, so, Jimin might have a thing for her stomach, very much noted.
She also noted that Jimin does not have a filter when she's drunk.
Minjeong tried to ignore the ache in her core start up again at the admission, adrenaline racing through her veins. And her mind flashed to the sensation of how it’d be like if it had really happened. How Jimin’s warm tongue would feel against her skin, how she'd bite and mark all the way down to where Minjeong would need her mouth the most.
She wouldn't even care if they were in a crowded kitchen, hundreds of eyes on them. She’d let this dork eat her out like there's no tomorrow and be proud to be claimed. Claimed? Minjeong Claimed? Fuck she was too horny to think straight, all because of this fucking annoying hot nerd with her stupid shit-eating grin.
“Speaking of,”
Minjeong cleared her throat, her voice low. She began stepping forward, invading Jimin’s personal space and effectively making the other step backwards until her back hit the wall.
“Hm?” Jimin hummed, the sound coming out a little high-pitched and nervous as her back hit the wall. In her mind Minjeong was still referring to the shots and she knew damn well that she would pass out if she attempted to even smell more hard liquor.
The blonde’s half lidded eyes seemed to do the talking for her, an innocent smile crossing her face let Jimin know that by gods she was in trouble. Her hands dropped from the taller woman’s neck and hooked onto her belt loops.
“Taste.”
The short haired woman’s knees buckled slightly because holy fuck what did she get into. But by gods Jimin was a trooper and knew that she could NOT pass this up, she was going to fine dine until her jaw would fall off.
She quickly nodded her head quickly and moved to lower herself on her knees when a hand gently grabbed her chin. Her doe eyes went wide, confusion swirling through her face as she looked up at Minjeong.
The blonde had the same innocent smile but her eyes seemed so much darker, shaking her head and lifting the girl up lightly by her chin. Jimin stood back up, her hands raised up in confusion and eyes sharply watching the blonde.
“No baby, not me, you.”
Minjeong purred as she took a step closer, her hands unbuckling Jimin’s belt with ease, popping the button to her shorts.
“Holy fuck.”
Jimin breathed as she watched Minjeong get onto her knees and tug her shorts just enough so that her black lacy panties peaked. Minjeong felt crazed at the sight, her hands tugging down the rest of the short haired woman’s black shorts.
Her sharp eyes locked onto Jimin’s frantic doe-like ones and she kissed right above Jimin’s pelvis, her bottom lip just grazing the soft fabric. Jimin visibly gulped at the sight, heat flushing to her core as one hand cautiously rested on the top of the blonde’s head.
Minjeong smirked, a dry chuckle escaping her throat as she the. dipped slightly lower and caught the fabric between her teeth. And that was when Yu Jimin felt the smallest she had ever felt with the blonde, she felt like a prey and that Minjeong was akin to a ravenous animal who was eager to ruin her.