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“No.” Yoongi pulled the blankets over her head with a groan, feet kicking out blindly in hopes to strike the younger girl sitting at the end of her bed. Maybe if she shoved a toe in the former's face, the girl would leave her alone. “I'm not going.”
Hoseok giggled and pushed away from the bed, plopping into the old desk chair so she could spin in circles. “Come on! It'll be fun.”
Hoseok had been begging Yoongi to attend this dumb college house party for the last two hours, and the elder girl wondered if she could ever get away with murder. She never understood why hanging out with the other girl was something she did on a regular basis, since she only tolerated the former thirty percent of the time anyway. “Why are you even here right now? I didn't invite you over!”
“The front door was unlocked,” the younger shrugged with a cheeky grin, pulling a hair tie from her wrist so she could fling it at the latter. “And it's my duty as your best friend to tell you that you need to get your lazy butt out of this apartment. You never go to any parties, Yoongi.”
“I'd rather spend my time alone than have drunk guys trying to grope me all night,” the elder snapped in rebuttal, venom clear in her voice although Hoseok didn't seem to mind in the slightest. The first and only party she attended was at her friend Namjoon's house back in their senior year of high school, which ended up with some guy grabbing her ass and a girl vomiting all over her new shoes.
“Yoongi, I promise it will be fun. There will be free food and booze!” And although the mention of free things piqued the older girl's interest, she still refused. Hoseok groaned softly, head falling back against the edge of the desk chair until her neck became sore. “Hey,” she began, jerking back up the moment a thought hit her. “I heard Park Jimin is going to be there.”
Yoongi blinked up at the former, her lungs seizing to work for a moment at the name that spilled out of the younger's mouth. Park Jimin, the residential sweet heart and possibly the cutest girl to walk the planet of the earth. After a moment of stupidly blinking at Hoseok with her mouth agape, she was smitten with a pitiful crush and agreed with a small nod of her head. “Fine. I'll go, but you're driving.”
*
Hardly thirty minutes in, and Yoongi was remembering all the reasons she hated parties. Gripping a stale cup of beer in her hand, she struggled to push past the mob of bodies popping and locking on the dance floor in hopes to reach the less-crowded kitchen. Hoseok had left fifteen minutes prior after deciding she needed to dance and sweat out some of the alcohol in her system, effectively leaving the elder girl stranded by herself with faces she couldn't recognize. And after having some creep grind up behind her and shove a hand down her shirt, Yoongi decided that this would be the last party she would ever attend.
It was a bad idea to come. Yoongi was hot and sticky, thirsty because her beer had long since gotten warm and she wasn't about to take a drink of it and a headache was slowly creeping up on her. The music was too loud and the house wasn't big enough to contain everyone who showed up. Trying to escape the dance floor was living hell; Yoongi was a very petite girl despite her rough attitude, and it didn't take much force to shove her around and make her trip. Thank God she wore sneakers, or else her ankle would have been broken in no time.
A fast paced song came on and suddenly everyone was jumping and grinding, and somehow Yoongi received a rather nasty blow to the ribs as she escaped. Stumbling through the kitchen door, she was relieved to find just a few people mingling about, some handing out mixed drinks for anyone who asked.
Yoongi sighed and tossed her drink into the trash, wandering toward the fridge to get a bottle of water. And just because she was sure there would be bruises on her body the next day, she snatched a cupcake too. It had been less than an hour since she arrived, but there was nothing she wanted more than to go home and take a hot bath.
Digging her phone from the back pocket of her pants she sent a text to Hoseok, letting the younger girl know she was heading home. Her apartment block wasn't too far away, maybe a twenty minute walk that could be minimized to fifteen if she went quickly. After taking a long swig of her water she studied her surroundings to search for the nearest exit, unwilling to return to the mob taking up the rest of the house. There were three doors, one leading back to the living room and another Yoongi assumed was a pantry. But the third had windows, and past those she could see the stars twinkling overhead.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, she made a dash for the door while tearing at the paper holding her stolen cupcake together. The top frosting had a Happy Birthday ring on it so she flicked it off and took a bite, hoping to ease off the alcohol swimming in her empty stomach. She'd only downed two beers and it certainly wasn't enough to make her drunk but the sick feeling in her stomach was something to go by.
Yoongi pulled the door open without looking, rather taking a moment to study the best place to take a second bite out of her cupcake as she rushed past the threshold. And because the girl had shitty luck, it just so happened that another body was trying to enter the kitchen rather than leave, causing a head-on collision. There was a cry of shock and a crash of ice cubes falling to the floor before Yoongi felt it. A cold, pink mixed drink soaking right through her white t-shirt and sticking to her skin underneath.
“Fucking shit!” she hissed, pulling at the sopping cotton that was dripping onto the front of her jeans now. “What the hell?”
“I'm so sorry!” a voice squeaked, familiar enough to have Yoongi peeking up to see just who had dumped their drink all over her shirt. Park Jimin. “I didn't see you! I wasn't paying attention and I'm so sorry.”
The girl had a bit of blue frosting smeared on her shoulder (courtesy of Yoongi's stolen cupcake) and there were tears beginning to well up in her eyes. Yoongi gawked at her for a moment, suddenly feeling like the world's biggest asshole for yelling and getting frosting on the younger girl. “It's alright,” she coughed, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“I really need to look where I'm going,” Jimin went on, her small fingers reaching out to help Yoongi pull the wet fabric away from her skin. “I'm such a klutz. I didn't hurt you, did I?”
Yoongi could hardly breathe at the sensation of Jimin's fingers so close to her body, brain swimming at the thought of the two being in the same room as each other. “You didn't hurt me,” she replied a bit dumbly, reaching in front of her to catch some of the frosting on the former's shoulder with her thumb. “Sorry about that.”
“It's no problem,” Jimin rushed, looking down at the blue beginning to stain the strap of her pink sundress. “Let's find a bathroom and clean up.”
Yoongi was about to deny her, because the bathrooms were upstairs and that meant fighting through the bodies all mashed together in the living room and she wasn't about to gain another bruise trying to push past them. But before anything could even leave her mouth, Jimin had a hold around her wrist and tugged her out of the kitchen and into the throng of people, pushing past rather easily. Yoongi tripped over a discarded beer can and almost toppled right over Jimin's smaller frame, catching herself on some random guy's shoulder.
There was a bathroom upstairs, and after another minute of pushing through random people dancing and kissing on the steps the two finally forced themselves past the bathroom door and locked it, alone within the smaller tiled room.
“Wow,” Jimin breathed with a small giggle. “Lots of people.”
Yoongi nodded, embarrassed that she was out of breath and there was wetness seeping into her jeans and making her panties sticky. Jimin seemed to notice too, because the next moment she was ordering Yoongi to take her shirt off as she flicked the faucet on.
“Let me run the shirt under cold water so it doesn't stain,” Jimin explained, turning back to the elder girl with a small smile. “I have a tank underneath my dress. I'll let you wear that, okay?”
Yoongi ducked her head in hopes to hide the blush spreading up her neck and into her cheeks, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt for a second before pulling it off and handing it to Jimin. She felt entirely exposed in nothing but jeans and a black bra, arms wrapping around her pale tummy in shame. Compared to Jimin's beautifully tanned skin, she looked like a vampire who hadn't seen the light of day in a million years.
Jimin dunked the shirt under the stream of water, fingers working hard to remove the stain before it set. The water was tinged pink, but miraculously the stain was beginning to fade. “Your name is Yoongi, right?” she asked, peeking past her shoulder at the elder girl standing by the white painted door.
“Yeah,” Yoongi mumbled, giving up and letting her arms hang at her sides.
“I remember you!” the former giggled, turning back to the shirt soaking in the sink. “I'm Jimin.”
“We shared a course together last semester,” Yoongi mused, giving up and going on a search for some towels. She found a small one in the cupboard under the sink and used it to pat at the stain soaking through her jeans. “I'm surprised you remembered my name.”
Jimin shut the faucet off and rung out the fabric, watching the pink water drip away and leave the shirt looking crisp and white once more. “Of course I would remember,” she giggled, hanging the piece of clothing over the sink to begin drying before turning back to the other girl. “You have the prettiest eyes, so I need to remember the name that belongs to them.”
Yoongi couldn't hide the blush that kissed her cheeks a second time, instead deciding to reach forward and nudge the younger girl's shoulder playfully. “Stop trying to flatter me while I'm shirtless.”
Jimin sputtered for a moment, turning sharply on her heels to hide the embarrassment from her face. “Okay! Um,” she began, laughter pushing past her lips uncontrollably. “Let me take my tank top off so you can wear it.”
Yoongi tried not to watch, she really did but the way Jimin pushed the straps of her sundress off her shoulders and shimmied the fabric down to her hips was too delicious to turn away from. The younger girl pulled the shirt over her head, her long hair swooshing around her shoulders and tickling her waist as a result. And Yoongi truly wasn't trying to stare, but the way the former's tan backside seemed to glisten had the elder gawking.
Jimin turned back around, handing the black tank top to Yoongi with a soft smile on her lips, eyes crinkled at the edges in such a cute way. “Wear this while your shirt dries, okay?”
Yoongi grabbed it from the younger's fingers, trying her hardest not to share at Jimin's chest although she couldn't help but let her gaze fall for a moment. Jimin was wearing a white bra, her pert nipples creating delicious bumps in the fabric despite the padding. The elder girl felt her throat go dry at the sight, imagining just how satisfying it would be to touch her breasts, run her thumbs over the soft skin and taste the former's buds.
“I can't do much about your jeans,” Jimin said softly, pulling at the straps of her sundress until her torso was covered once again. “But I don't think it will stain if you wash them when you get home.”
Yoongi tugged the tank on and ran a trembling hand through her long blonde hair, gnawing at her lip for a moment in thought. The blue frosting still smeared against the former's shoulder caught her attention, so she took the small hand towel she had used earlier and gestured for the younger to turn toward her.
“You helped me,” she said, dabbing at the sticky blue frosting with gentle fingers. “I suppose I should return the favor, right?”
“Thank you,” Jimin said, and suddenly their faces were much too close, Yoongi could pick up the scent of lemonade and vodka on the other girl's breath. “Ah, I think this might stain. I should probably get home and wash the dress before it gets ruined.”
Yoongi peeked down at her, feeling just a bit satisfied at the centimeter height difference between the two. “I'll walk you home.”
*
Jimin lived rather close to the college campus, just on the outskirts of town in a nice suburb area with green grass and cute little houses. It wasn't much of a long walk, and the mid-summer breeze was cool and calm enough for it to be enjoyable. On their way out of the party house, Jimin had grabbed two cupcakes for them to enjoy on the way, claiming it was only fair since Yoongi hadn't gotten to finish hers.
“I haven't seen you at any parties before,” Jimin said aloud, her voice nice and crisp in the quiet air. There was a hidden question within the statement, her eyes glancing toward the elder girl for a moment in thought.
“It's not really my thing,” Yoongi shrugged, watching Jimin carefully take a bite out of the small cake in her hand. “My friend begged me to come tonight.”
Jimin giggled behind a dainty palm, her shoulder gently knocking into Yoongi's. “Mine too. I was supposed to be studying for a test, but Taehyung insisted I come with her.”
The two continued walking in comfortable silence, Yoongi's treat long gone while the younger still bit into hers. The elder's white t-shirt was folded neatly in her hands, and the drink had dried a bit stiffly into her jeans but nothing could possibly ruin the moment. “I'm glad you came,” Yoongi finally said, in which Jimin beamed up at her with such a dazzling smile it could have outshone the sun.
“Me too.”
It wasn't much longer before the two girls ambled down the small path leading to Jimin's house, both of them standing on the steps without moving much. Yoongi shoved her hands into the front pockets of her jeans and studied the former girl for a moment, watching the way she nibbled at her bottom lip and flattened out the skirt of her dress with nimble fingers. And for a moment the elder wondered if Jimin was nervous by the way she twiddled her thumbs and kicked at the dust underneath her feet.
“Do you want to come inside?” Jimin asked after another silent moment, and although it was an innocent sentence the words held so much more meaning to them. The girl peeked up through her long lashes, reaching up to tuck a lock of dark hair behind her ear.
“Only if I can kiss you first,” Yoongi breathed, hardly needing to move when the younger closed the space between them and pressed their lips together.
Jimin tasted like frosting and lemons, lips so soft against her own. Yoongi's fingers gripped the younger's hips, tongue peeking out to run against Jimin's bottom lip as an invitation. The two stumbled backward until the youngest bumped into the front door of her home, one of her hands fumbling blindly to grab at the handle and twist it open. Inside was dimly lit by a small nightlight plugged into the wall next to the sofa and it smelled of vanilla and something rather earthy. Yoongi pulled back from the kiss long enough to look around, kicking off her shoes so she didn't drag dirt onto the cream carpet.
Jimin shut the front door behind them, one of her hands finding Yoongi's despite the lack of light inside the place. “My bedroom is down the hall,” she informed a bit breathlessly, pulling Yoongi by the wrist just like she had earlier.
Jimin's room was a bit messy, with clothes strewn about randomly and makeup scattered all over the vanity. One of the walls was painted a deep magenta while the others remained white, pictures of her friends pasted all over the place. Yoongi couldn't help but smile, because the place seemed to fit the younger girl's personality so perfectly.
Jimin grabbed the elder's attention by kissing her again, wrapping her arms around Yoongi's neck to keep her close as their tongues tasted each other. Yoongi allowed her hands to wander underneath Jimin's sundress, the tips of her fingers tickling their way up her thighs and stopping at her hips. The former was wearing lacy panties, the fabric rough compared to her skin, so she tugged on them until they pooled around her ankles.
Jimin moaned into Yoongi's mouth, unwrapping her arms from the elder's neck so she could tug the tank off the latter's torso and toss it aside. “Yoongi,” she whimpered, fingernails dragging against the elder's arms for a moment as the two staggered to the bed pressed against the far wall of the bedroom.
Yoongi pushed Jimin down onto the mattress, sucking and biting at the former's neck as she climbed on top of her. “Shit, Jimin,” she mumbled, a tiny smirk flirting with her lips. “You look so good right now.”
The younger girl tugged at the straps of her sundress until the fabric bunched around her waist, her back arching with a rather hard nip of Yoongi's teeth on her neck. The former girl let out a sharp whine, fingers curling into the latter's blonde hair and giving it a soft tug.
Yoongi snaked a hand between them, fingers diving back under Jimin's dress to tickle at her thighs. The younger keened, knees falling apart to give the elder girl easier access. The two kissed roughly, all tongue and lips and teeth fighting each other as Yoongi pressed the pads of her fingers against the former's clit.
Jimin gasped deeply, her head tossed back to reveal her lovely neck dressed with two small red marks dusted against her collarbones.
Yoongi dipped her fingers lower, pressing two into Jimin's slick entrance rather carefully as she leaned down to suck another mark into the younger's neck. Jimin whimpered, her hips rolling in time with the thrust of the elder's fingers in hopes to find more friction. “Please,” she whispered, shivering hands raking soft pink lines into the latter's shoulder blades. “More.”
Yoongi placed soft kisses against her lips and added a third finger, pumping and curling them inside of Jimin until the girl was a trembling mess. She placed her thumb against the younger's clit, rubbing soft circles to the rhythm of her thrusts, sitting back just slightly to watch the emotions dance on the former's face.
Jimin let out a squeaky sigh, hooded eyes meeting Yoongi's heavy gaze. And for a moment the elder got lost within the stare, the emotion within the younger girl's eyes so powerful and intense. Yoongi couldn't help but kiss her with everything she had, swallowing the soft moans that escaped Jimin's lungs.
Jimin came with Yoongi's name on her lips, her walls clenching around Yoongi's fingers, her hands grasping the elder's shoulders tightly. Yoongi sat up a bit, using her free hand to smooth the sweat dampened hair from the other girl's face so it didn't irritate her eyes, pulling her fingers out slowly.
Jimin's face looked royally blissed out, a shy smile on her lips as she gazed up at Yoongi. “Wow,” she giggled, her thighs rubbing together slightly as she sat up. Her eye makeup was slightly smudged and her cheeks were tinted a dark red, but Yoongi had never seen anything so beautiful before.
The elder leaned forward to steal another kiss, smoothing the rest of her hair back with a gentle hand. “Are you okay?”
“Never been better,” Jimin smiled, pulling back from the kiss as her fingers toyed with the zipper of Yoongi's jeans. “Can I?”
Yoongi swallowed hard, giving a sharp nod as Jimin slipped off the bed and knelt right in front of her. Her dress pooled around her hips still, her white bra hardly holding her breasts anymore. There was a shy smile dancing against her swollen mouth as her hands undid the button of Yoongi's jeans and pulled them off. She placed soft kisses against the elder's thighs, pushing them apart with her hands until she was settled snugly between them. Yoongi could feel Jimin's breath fan against her through her panties, and suddenly she was all too warm despite being mostly naked. With quick hands, she tugged her bra off and threw it somewhere across the room, feeling just slightly cooler. Jimin bit her lip and looked up at the sight, one hand reaching up to take Yoongi's breast into her palm.
“Pretty,” Jimin spoke softly, pushing herself up far enough to place a kiss against one of Yoongi's pink nipples. Yoongi trembled with the touch, running her fingers through Jimin's soft hair as the younger girl moved to the other breast to kiss and bite at the skin there.
Sinking back down to her knees, Jimin finally let her fingers curl around the elastic band of Yoongi's panties and pull them down until the fabric collected at the elder's ankles. She leaned forward to place little kisses against the lips of the elder's sex, and Yoongi swore nothing had ever felt so good before. She curled a fist in Jimin's hair, massaging her skull to ease the tug.
Jimin used her hands to spread Yoongi's legs further apart, leaning in close enough to drag her tongue against the elder's sensitive clit. Yoongi growled, the grip in the younger girls hair tightening as she pushed her hips forward. Jimin anchored her down with a strong grip to her thighs, sucking and licking until Yoongi was a moaning mess against the sheets of the bed.
“Fuck, Jimin,” the elder snarled, her free hand clawing at the mattress. “Oh fuck.”
Jimin pulled back for a moment to press a few fingers inside the elder's dripping sex before her mouth returned to her clit, and the stimulation almost became too much to handle. Yoongi drug in a ragged breath with each pump of the younger's fingers inside of her, thighs shivering at the sensation of the former's tongue swirling against her sensitive bud.
Her orgasm hit hard, her entire body trembling as she fell back against the blankets and stared up at the white ceiling. Jimin placed gentle kisses against the insides of her thighs before joining the elder on the bed. She curled into Yoongi's side, resting her head in the crook of the elder's neck.
“I like you,” Jimin whispered, sounding a bit shy despite what the two had just done. “I have since last semester. I was afraid you would never notice me.” There was a giggle that left her lungs, so pure and sweet Yoongi couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach.
“Me too,” Yoongi admitted, playing with the ends of the younger girl's hair. “The only reason I went to that stupid party was because I heard you'd be there.”
Jimin pushed herself up a bit, propped up on one elbow as she wrapping her other arm around Yoongi's waist. “Really?”
Yoongi nodded with a shy smile, sitting up a bit to steal a kiss. “Yeah.”
“Then maybe it was good that I spilled my drink all over you,” Jimin concluded with a dazzling grin, snuggling back into the elder's side. It was silent for a moment before she asked, “Does this mean we can see each other again?”
“Of course,” Yoongi confirmed, her fingernails tickling small circles into the former's lower back. “Let's have a date.”
“Okay.” Jimin breathed, nuzzling into Yoongi's neck. “I'd like that.”
“Me too.”