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the lights washed over minjeong as she moved into the center of the stage.
she was alone, no members beside her, only backup dancers tracing the edges of the choreography. it felt different — exposed, electric — and she leaned into it, letting the cameras linger on her every move.
one of the dancers stepped closer than usual during the first chorus. minjeong noticed, felt the heat of another body brushing against hers, and didn’t pull away. her smile sharpened, playful but deliberate, and the big screen captured it all.
backstage, jimin watched silently.
arms loosely crossed, gaze fixed on the monitor, she didn’t move. yizhuo leaned against the wall beside her, sipping from a bottle, eyes flicking between the screen and jimin’s reflection in the glass.
“she looks insane up there,” yizhuo murmured.
“yeah,” jimin muttered, voice tight.
aeri hummed quietly. “minjeong always does during solos.”
another glance at the monitor — the dancer’s hand lingered near minjeong’s waist. minjeong laughed, bright and carefree, and the crowd responded instantly.
jimin didn’t look away.
yizhuo tilted her head. “you good?”
“mhm,” came the clipped answer.
aeri raised an eyebrow. “sure.”
the solo continued. minjeong leaned just a fraction closer to the dancer. nothing obvious, just enough. the cheers surged again.
jimin’s jaw tightened imperceptibly.
・・・・・
minjeong was still riding the adrenaline when she came off stage.
she found jimin immediately, as always, grin in place. “did you see that? the crowd went insane.”
“you did well,” jimin observed, calm and controlled.
“that’s it?” minjeong pressed, curiosity in her tone.
the silence stretched. “what else do you expect me to say?”
yizhuo cleared her throat. “i’m heading to shower.”
“same,” aeri added quickly, glancing at yizhuo. “catch you later.”
they left, leaving the two of them in the quiet hallway.
minjeong studied her. “you’ve been quiet.”
“long day,” jimin murmured, voice clipped.
“no,” minjeong countered, soft but firm. “that’s not it.”
・・・・・
the hotel room was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. the door clicked shut behind them, muffling the distant hum of the hallway. minjeong leaned casually against the desk, letting her gaze roam over jimin, taking in the rigid posture, the clipped tone, the quiet restraint.
“okay,” she prompted, light, testing. “what’s wrong.”
“nothing,” came the cool, controlled answer.
“you’re pretending,” minjeong pressed. “pretending everything’s fine.”
jimin paused, laying her jacket down deliberately. “did you enjoy it?”
minjeong’s brow lifted slightly. “enjoy what?”
“the attention.”
a small, knowing smile. “it was just a solo.”
“that’s not what i asked.”
minjeong stepped closer, closing the distance. “you were watching.”
no denial followed.
"you can't stand it, can you?" minjeong whispered, her breath warm against jimin's ear. "watching me up there, letting someone else touch me like that. it drives you crazy." she pressed closer, her hips swaying subtly to grind against jimin's thigh, the friction igniting sparks low in her belly.
jimin's eyes darkened, her hands clenching at her sides before one shot up to grip minjeong's waist—hard, possessive.
"you're playing with fire, minjeong," she growled, her voice low and rough, laced with warning. but she didn't pull away. instead, her fingers dug in, pulling minjeong flush against her, their breasts pressing together through thin fabric. the contact made minjeong gasp, her nipples hardening instantly against jimin's fuller curves.
minjeong laughed softly, a sound that was half challenge, half plea. she tilted her head, lips hovering inches from jimin's, close enough to taste the mint on her breath.
"then burn me," she murmured, her hand sliding down to cup jimin's ass, squeezing firmly. "show me what happens when you lose control."
that was all it took. jimin's restraint snapped like a taut wire. she crashed her mouth against minjeong's in a fierce kiss, teeth nipping at her lower lip as her tongue plunged in, demanding surrender. minjeong moaned into it, her body arching as jimin's hands roamed—yanking up her shirt to expose soft skin, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled under the touch.
jimin's palms cupped minjeong's breasts fully then, squeezing the supple flesh, fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive peaks until minjeong whimpered against her lips.
but jimin had something more in mind for that fire minjeong craved. she broke the kiss just long enough to glance at the nightstand, where a half-melted candle from the room's ambiance flickered softly. her eyes gleamed with dark intent as she grabbed it, the flame dancing in the dim light.
"you want to burn?" jimin whispered, voice husky. "let's make it real."
she guided minjeong to the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees, as her back arched invitingly. jimin stripped off minjeong's skirt and panties in one swift motion, leaving her exposed and dripping. the cool air hit minjeong's wet core, making her clench in anticipation. jimin knelt behind her, one hand spreading minjeong, exposing her fully, fingers teasing her slick folds before sliding two deep inside her.
minjeong gasped, pushing back onto jimin's hand as those fingers pumped steadily, curling to stroke her inner walls. "fuck, jimin—yes," she whimpered in a whiny tone, her body rocking with each thrust. the wet sounds of her entrance taking those fingers filled the room, arousal coating jimin's palm.
with her free hand, jimin held the candle steady, tilting it just enough for the first drop of hot wax to fall onto minjeong's lower back. the sensation was sharp—a brief sting that bloomed into heat, making minjeong cry out and tighten around jimin's fingers.
"oh god—more, rina," minjeong begged whinily, the pain twisting into pleasure that shot straight to her clit.
jimin obliged, dripping another line of wax across minjeong's spine, watching the red trails harden on her skin while her fingers fucked harder, thumb pressing circles over minjeong's clit. each drop made minjeong shudder, her core spasming, juices dripping down her thighs.
the arousal built in jimin too, her own core throbbing as she controlled the heat, the power making her wetter. jimin's other hand reached around to grip one of minjeong's swaying breasts, kneading it roughly, thumb flicking the nipple in time with the wax drops.
"you love this, don't you?" jimin murmured, leaning down to lick the wax trail before adding more, this time aiming for the curve of minjeong's bottom. the wax hit sensitive skin, and minjeong bucked wildly, her orgasm crashing over her without warning. she screamed, walls clamping down on jimin's fingers as cum gushed out, soaking the sheets.
but jimin wasn't finished. she flipped minjeong onto her back, careful of the cooling wax, and straddled her waist. now it was minjeong's turn to feel the burn on her belly. jimin ground her soaked heat against minjeong's, their clits rubbing in slick friction while she tilted the candle again. drops fell onto minjeong's soft stomach, each one eliciting a moan as the heat mingled with the aftershocks.
minjeong's hands gripped jimin's hips, urging her to grind faster, but then she reached up to grasp jimin's breasts, squeezing the firm mounds, fingers digging into the soft undersides as she pinched jimin's nipples, drawing a gasp from her.
"drip it lower—please, unnie," minjeong panted whinily, eyes locked on the flame. jimin smirked, letting wax fall just above minjeong's mound, the proximity to her pulsing clit making her hips jerk. the shared heat fueled them both, jimin's breaths coming ragged as she chased her release.
they shifted then, legs intertwining more deliberately for deeper contact. jimin hooked one leg over minjeong's thigh, pressing their cores together firmly, slick lips parting to slide against each other in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
minjeong's folds opened to jimin's, their wetness mingling as clits nudged and circled with every roll of hips. the pressure built intensely, each grind sending jolts through their bodies—minjeong's entrance clenching emptily while jimin's heat throbbed in response. they rocked faster, breasts bouncing with the motion, hands still clutching and kneading the soft flesh, nipples hardening further under the rough grips. the friction was electric, wet sounds growing louder as their juices coated thighs and bellies, the wax marks adding a tingling contrast to the building ecstasy.
"harder, p-please..." minjeong whined breathlessly, her voice breaking as she bucked up to meet jimin's thrusts. jimin leaned forward, capturing minjeong's mouth in a messy kiss while their bodies scissored relentlessly, clits swelling and pulsing until the pleasure peaked.
they came together like that—bodies sliding, wax cooling in patterns on skin, cores grinding until waves of pleasure ripped through them. jimin collapsed forward, the candle set aside, their mouths meeting in a deep, satisfied kiss tasting of sweat and desire.
in the afterglow, jimin peeled the wax gently from minjeong's skin, kissing each mark. "next time you flirt on stage," she whispered, nipping her ear, "i'll bring the candle myself."
minjeong chuckled, pulling her close. "promise?"