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“Oh, you've got something right…” Jihoon points to the corner of her mouth. Mingyu's tongue darts out to lick the opposite corner of her own mouth. 

“Did I get it?” Mingyu asks with the biggest, shiniest eyes Jihoon thinks she's ever seen in her life. It takes everything in her to snap out of the trance they put her in, shaking her head.

“No, it's just… here.” Jihoon beckons her closer, brushing the crumbs from her bottom lip, caressing the skin gently and remembering the feeling since she likely won't experience it again. Mingyu's gaze zeroes in on Jihoon's hand, eyes crossing cutely just to do it, before focusing back on Jihoon's face and smiling at her.

“My hero…” she says, obviously teasing by the way her voice lilts and her mouth transforms into a smirk. 

“Shut up…”

“No, seriously. I don’t know what I would do without you…” Mingyu drawls, tracing her hand down Jihoon’s arm, just slow enough for Jihoon to actually comprehend what’s happening. So when Mingyu’s hand reaches hers, she takes a chance and holds onto it, awkward at first, but then lacing their fingers together. Jihoon’s heart is racing.

Mingyu blinks at their joined hands for a second before she begins to blush, and god, she is so fucking pretty… 

Jihoon gulps and Mingyu giggles at her. 

“Thank you for having lunch with me,” Mingyu says when it seems Jihoon is lost for words. “I would’ve been so lonely if you didn’t ask to sit next to me.”

“I like lunch,” Jihoon replies, stupid, but definitely not the stupidest she’s ever been, though she's well on her way to beating her own record in that regard. 

Mingyu takes in a breath, looking ever so slightly reluctant before speaking again. 

“I should probably get back to my desk now,” she says with a pout. 

But still holding onto Jihoon’s hand. Jihoon squeezes. 

“Yeah, me too,” she responds, hoping the reluctance comes through on her part as well, that Mingyu can hear just how much she doesn’t want her to leave. 

“Hopefully I’m not too distracted…” Mingyu trails off as she finally releases Jihoon’s hand, making her way down the hall and back to her own work space. 

Jihoon sighs, equal parts wistful and disappointed. She knows it’s nothing short of a miracle that a woman like Mingyu wants to spend time with her at all, she just wishes that if this flirting game was going to happen that Mingyu was moving with real intent. 

As things currently stand, she’s pretty sure that Mingyu’s only messing with her for the sake of her own entertainment, not because she’s legitimately interested in Jihoon romantically. 

Still, it can be pretty fun to pretend that the office babe wants to go on a date with her, that they’ll go out to some restaurant, and end the night with a kiss…

It’s only then, in the midst of her daydreams, that Jihoon spots Minghao, and despite doing nothing more than staring off into space, Jihoon feels like she’s been caught red-handed, even more so when Minghao starts approaching her with that look on her face. 

“You’re flirting with the new hire?” Minghao asks without even pretending to ease into it, raising her eyebrow at Jihoon like she can’t believe what she just witnessed. 

“She’s been here three months. I’d hardly call that new,” Jihoon argues, knowing she’s already lost at the introduction of semantics. 

“So, you admit that you were flirting?” 

“No. Am I not allowed to just talk to women without that being the assumption?” 

“You’re saying that like you talk to women,” Minghao counters with no remorse, watching as Jihoon’s eyes widen but she fails to come up with anything to defend herself. Minghao looks at her more intently. “You like her?”

“ No…! She's not interested in a relationship right now,” Jihoon says and immediately regrets it. Just knowing that information is a tell. 

“What does that have to do with you liking her or not?” 

“She’s hot. That’s all it is. You have eyes,” Jihoon tries and mostly succeeds in diverting attention away from the question. With Minghao, things are never that easy though. 

“I do. I saw her. I agree… but I’m your friend.”

“ And what does our friendship have to do with anything?” 

Minghao seems to consider her response for a moment — not what she’s going to say, but whether or not she’s going to say it. Jihoon can always tell the difference between the two, and of them, this is the one that makes her the most apprehensive. 

“I’m your friend. Which means I won’t go after her if you genuinely like her,” Minghao says, dropping subsequent bombs on Jihoon in a way that actually takes her a few moments to process. 

“Go after her?”

“To hook up.” 

And despite just gathering her bearings, Jihoon feels like she’s been knocked on her ass again, with her brain going in a million different directions, a disconcerting number of them incredibly sad and pathetic. 

But she straightens herself out. 

Mingyu doesn’t belong to her, and it’s honestly pretty unlikely that anything will come of these silly little work interactions they’ve been having over the last couple of weeks. 

“And you’re just assuming that she’d definitely say yes to something like that?” Jihoon asks, and despite how hard she tries, she can’t help the bitter edge to her words. She’s not an asshole, and she’s not trying to be, but god, the thought alone is already brewing up a disgusting amount of jealousy. Can’t Minghao just let her have this? Even if it’s nothing?

Minghao smirks like she can hear the pleading from inside Jihoon’s head. 

“I have a lot to offer,” Minghao says just as their boss walks into the area, forcing them to look busy. In the brief moment that Jihoon has alone with her thoughts, she starts spiraling into what is maybe the stupidest bout of insecurity she’s ever experienced, but what else is she supposed to do? Cope with the fact that she’s not tall and hot, or small and pretty, but instead, a combination of the least desirable traits a woman could probably have? 

She looks over at Minghao silently, watching the way her sharp eyes follow the movement of her own hands as she folds a likely blank sheet of paper. Minghao is pretty, and she’s the kind of pretty that’s probably been with her for her entire life, following her throughout school and finally becoming who she is now: a gorgeous woman who might be exactly Mingyu’s type. 

As soon as their boss walks down the hall, Minghao looks up again, her focus back on Jihoon, the smirk having returned to her lips. 

“I’m not telling you to give up. It’s actually really cute watching you flirt with her,” she says, and while Jihoon is desperately scanning her face for any sign of an ulterior motive, she can’t find anything because Minghao is a good person who would never try to hurt Jihoon. “Besides, I like a little friendly competition.” 

The words simultaneously fill Jihoon with dread and the need to prove herself. 

I can get a girl… I can. 

“Competition? Isn’t that kinda gross?” Jihoon asks, like she’s not picturing herself winning: Mingyu in her lap, giving her all of her love and attention. 

“It doesn’t have to be. You were already flirting with her.”

“I wasn’t–”

“So I’m just joining in. If she asks either of us to stop, we will. And if she wants one of us then it’s a win for her too, isn’t it?” 

Jihoon considers that for a moment.

Then she gives the tiniest nod of her head, but otherwise says nothing, too afraid to confirm it aloud and make herself a part of this, explicitly. 

She gets back to work and decides to really pour herself into it for the rest of the afternoon, doing everything in her power to forget Mingyu’s smile and her soft lips and their intertwined fingers. 

She doubles down on it when she spots Mingyu at the other end of the room, giggling at something that Minghao said, big, starry puppy eyes looking at her in a way that immediately has Jihoon wanting to collapse in on herself, Minghao’s earlier words echoing between her ears like a mocking playground chant. She wasn’t kidding when she said competition. 

Locking in to her assignment works shockingly well. Jihoon types away at her computer like it’s what she actually enjoys doing five days a week, all in the name of distracting herself from any lingering thought of the beautiful woman who works a few cubicles away. She works so diligently, that she doesn’t realize she’s stayed past the end of her shift until she finally glances down at the corner of her screen, noting the hour with widened eyes. 

She sends a couple things to print so that they’re ready for tomorrow, but otherwise begins packing her things for the walk home. Once she’s done, she walks over to the printer, grabbing the warm sheets as they come out and looking over them to ensure they’re all accounted for.

Despite the whole office being nearly empty, Jihoon quickly learns that she should still watch where she’s going, especially while veering corners, as she runs directly into another body.

Another body, which happens to be Mingyu, carrying a flower vase that was full of tulips and water, but is now only half full of both, everything else ending up on the floor, or–

“Oh, god… I’m a fucking idiot,” Jihoon responds to the squeak Mingyu makes, jumping back as some of the water sloshes out of the vase and onto the front of her shirt. A small amount makes its way onto Jihoon as well, but it hardly matters when there’s a huge wet spot taking over Mingyu’s torso. 

“No, it was probably me! I’m so clumsy,” Mingyu says in response, though Jihoon’s not sure she believes it. It would be entirely within Mingyu’s nature to take the blame for something that’s someone else’s fault. 

She’s blushing, the dark color creeping all the way up into her hairline, and Jihoon is a certified fuck up for taking the moment to notice that instead of helping her, god, help her, you loser!

Mingyu’s light blue shirt is practically see-through where the water is making it cling to her skin, her bra suddenly incredibly visible beneath it, the curve of her breasts making Jihoon desperate to touch… 

“ Well, this will make for an interesting bus ride home…” Mingyu says with a strained laugh, and suddenly, Jihoon is seeing red at the mere idea of sleazy men staring at Mingyu while she’s just trying to get home after what has, no doubt, been a long day. And maybe she’s staring right now, but still.

“I can try to help,” Jihoon finally spits out, grabbing Mingyu’s wrist and pulling her in the direction of the restroom to hopefully mitigate as much of the damage as possible. Once she’s through the door, she grabs a handful of paper towels and starts dabbing, soaking up as much of the water as possible, but also, she realizes, while shamelessly touching Mingyu’s boobs. 

She stops in her tracks the moment the thought occurs to her, hand suspended in midair as a brighter, more obvious and embarrassing blush paints her entire face. 

“I-I don’t think that worked,” Jihoon stutters, finally dropping her hand and her gaze as she refuses to make eye contact, or anything even close to it. 

“No, but it’s okay. I think I’ll survive. Thank you for trying.”

Mingyu’s voice is that same honey-sweet sincerity it always is, and Jihoon nearly keels over because of it. She doesn’t deserve Mingyu talking to her like that, not when she just made her day quantifiably worse. 

Jihoon whips off her own hoodie without even thinking, her last remaining brain cells having jumped ship, unwilling to go down with the wreck Jihoon has created. 

“ Here. Take this,” Jihoon says. She continues not thinking about it, even though the weather outside means she definitely should. Instead, the memory of wind and the cool autumn temperature only confirms to Jihoon that she needs to give Mingyu something dry to wear. She ignores the one logical brain cell telling her that Mingyu is catching the bus while she’s walking home. 

“Oh, I can’t,” Mingyu denies it. And Mingyu is smart, which probably means she knows Jihoon doesn’t have any other way to keep herself warm tonight. 

“Please. I’ll think about it all night if you don’t,” Jihoon pleads with her. Her eyes roam back down to Mingyu’s chest. 

So, she might think about it all night no matter what. 

“Okay,” Mingyu concedes, still blushing. She quickly starts unbuttoning her shirt, which Jihoon should’ve seen coming, following her offer, but it still sparks something embarrassingly primal in her belly. She might be on par with teenage boys if just seeing a woman in her bra is enough to get her going. The feeling only grows worse when Mingyu takes the hoodie from her hands, pulling it over her head and refilling Jihoon with the delusional concept of Mingyu as her girlfriend. 

It’s stupid.

Jihoon is stupid.

“I guess you’re proof,” Mingyu says with a wistful sigh Jihoon forces herself not to read into. 

“Proof of?” Jihoon asks, even though she’s a little scared of the answer. 

“Of gentlemen still existing in this world.”

Jihoon was right to be scared because that word alone makes the butterflies in Jihoon’s stomach wreak absolute havoc, practically tearing her apart from the inside out. The smirk on Mingyu’s face means that she knows it. 

“I’ll uh… let you get home now. Sorry, again,” Jihoon stammers out, face burning more and more with each idiotic word that comes out of her mouth. 

“You’re very cute,” Mingyu doubles down, smiling at her with those adorable, pointy canines on display. Jihoon wishes she could feel them on her skin. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Mingyu doesn’t wait for a response before heading out to catch her bus, obviously aware now of the extent of Jihoon’s social ineptitude. For Jihoon’s sanity and ego, she wishes she’d learned it a little earlier. For the needy little thing inside her that vies for Mingyu’s attention and validation, she’s grateful Mingyu keeps pushing.

She gathers her things from her desk, one of the last to leave as she trudges through the cold air for the couple of blocks back to her apartment, collapsing into her bed with a groan.

And while it feels pathetic (and wrong, more importantly) she can’t help but lay back and think (again) about that stupid, implausible world where Mingyu is hers. Imagining her sweet smiles at work, across the table at a restaurant, tucked under the covers in bed… It borders on too much. 

She sneaks a hand down the front of her pants, full of shame, but unable to stop herself from thinking about Mingyu in her hoodie — in nothing but her hoodie, riding Jihoon’s strap…

Jihoon does not go to sleep for a long time. 

—

It’s lunch again, but Jihoon wouldn’t dare to ask Mingyu to lunch after yesterday’s fiasco, remembering the way that her face burned, unable to stop herself from cringing any time she remembers brazenly touching Mingyu, dragging her hand down her body, probably making the whole situation a hundred times worse. 

She stays to her own desk as much as she can manage throughout the early part of the day, knowing that half of her challenge is just avoiding Mingyu in passing. 

But it would figure that the moment Jihoon is out of the picture, Minghao would begin to inch closer to her own victory. She presents Mingyu with a brand new bouquet of expensive-looking flowers to keep in the vase on her desk, something that Jihoon couldn’t even imagine doing despite being the reason for her needing new flowers in the first place. 

They’re roses, which are suave and romantic, and Jihoon is pretty much the complete opposite of both of those words, and she really feels it when she sees Minghao helping Mingyu arrange the flowers into the opening in the glass, fingers elegant and beautiful, not tripping over themselves or bumping into anything. When they’re done, Mingyu hugs her and Jihoon feels something ugly and rude building inside of her.

She’s losing, but maybe that’s what she deserves for participating in something like this in the first place. Trusting her gut instinct wouldn’t have led her down this path. Sure, she would still feel unbelievably jealous, but at least it wouldn’t be directed at her friend like this. 

She takes a note card out of her desk drawer and starts penning words that hopefully all come together into some kind of apology. She cringes at herself a little more, not even bothering to read over the scrawl once she’s done, walking it over to Mingyu’s desk the moment she’s distracted by talk at the water cooler. She leaves the note in a place where Mingyu will notice it, but hopefully not too quickly, walking away before anyone can stop her or ask her questions. 

Jihoon gets back to work, typing away and hoping that if she just stays focused, she can actually finish her work early and get out of the office without her chest hurting too much. It’s in the middle of this typing that Mingyu makes her way into Jihoon’s line of sight, sliding onto her desk with a smoothness that makes the air catch in her throat. 

“You spent time writing this? When you should've been working?” Mingyu asks. Her voice lilts, going up and down every other word, and the only thing that Jihoon can think about is what it would be like to catch her off guard; to push her until her back touches the desk, to kiss down her neck until she moans. 

Jihoon forces the thought out of her head, swallowing back all of the spit that has suddenly collected in her mouth.

“I just felt like I should apologize,” Jihoon says, making eye contact for a split second before promptly looking away, only to realize it puts her face to face with Mingyu’s chest, two days in a row. 

“You already did that yesterday, remember? And then you gave this to me,” Mingyu responds, pulling at the hoodie that she’s wearing. That had somehow escaped Jihoon’s mind entirely. Noticing it now is doing nothing but further rotting her brain. “Do you want it back? I washed it.” 

It’s a toss-up now, between Jihoon wanting it back, smelling like Mingyu’s laundry soap and perfume, or if she wants Mingyu to keep it, a piece of Jihoon with her whenever she needs it. Maybe she’d wear it around the office more often. Maybe she’d keep it in her apartment, a reminder of Jihoon even when she’s not around her. 

“Keep it with you. That probably won’t be the only time I get you wet.” 

Jump off a cliff right now. 

Mingyu blushes almost instantaneously, and it’s borderline impossible to hide it at this angle, with Jihoon all but under her, still sitting in her chair. There must be something seriously wrong with Jihoon to somehow jumble all of those words together into a sentence and then actually say them out loud. Additionally, Jihoon thinks she must’ve seriously pissed someone off in a previous life to end up in a situation like this. 

“I’m just clumsy!” Jihoon grasps at straws, loud, perhaps louder than anything she’s ever said in the office. She’s not even particularly clumsy, but she’s willing to make it seem like she is, given the alternative. 

“Clumsy…” Mingyu says, sounding almost contemplative. She’s still blushing and Jihoon hates that all she can think about is how cute she looks. 

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll make sure to keep out of your space,” Jihoon concludes her apology, hoping that it’s enough to not completely tank her image in Mingyu’s head. She didn’t have much to work with before, but things are almost comically bad now. 

“I didn’t say that, did I? I like having you in my space.”

Now it’s Jihoon’s turn to blush, because while Mingyu’s tone indicates a very obvious double entendre, Jihoon also can’t help but feel like she’s making fun of her. It isn’t a great feeling. Her face is burning and Mingyu is just staring at her like a lab specimen under a microscope. 

Then she smiles. 

“Has anyone ever told you that your nose is adorable? I love looking at it,” Mingyu says in a whisper, brushing the tip of her finger over it in a way that just makes Jihoon blush more. Mingyu taps her nose with a giggle, and like clockwork, seemingly, Minghao is right around the corner, watching the whole interaction with a smirk like Jihoon is pathetic (which she is). She watches for another moment or two, making direct eye contact with Jihoon before walking away, with Mingyu none the wiser and still looking at Jihoon’s nose with her pretty eyes and pretty smile. 

She pushes a strand of Jihoon’s hair back from her forehead, and Jihoon is pretty sure that this is flirting. She doesn’t have a ton of experience with the concept, but this is like the stuff she’s seen in the movies. 

“Mingyu, can you come help with this?” a voice calls out from a distance. Mingyu’s fingers twitch where they’re tangled in Jihoon’s hair, her hand dropping down to her side before she hops off the desk. Her cheeks are flushed once again. 

“Coming,” she says, biting her lip a little before walking over to her coworker.

And now the only thing wet here is Jihoon. 

—

Jihoon is maybe going a little bit crazy now. 

She knows she didn’t stake her claim on Mingyu, or whatever barbaric metaphor would suit the situation, but for Minghao to be laying it on this thick, right in front of her, feels pointed. Mingyu laughs, and Jihoon can feel all of the breath leaving her lungs over it, a dejected sigh coming out of her mouth almost against her will. 

She knows this is her fault. 

She knows that Minghao playing with Mingyu’s necklace and making her blush is happening with the sole intention of riling her up, because Minghao glances over in her direction a couple of times as she does it. 

Jihoon knows that she’s brought this upon herself solely by agreeing to this competition in the first place, and that it’s her fault for not just saying that Yes, I do have a crush on Mingyu, so can you please back off? 

Now she has to deal with the sight of their not-so-subtle flirting just a few steps away from her own workstation. 

It’s childish to think so, but Jihoon doesn’t feel like any of this is fair. 

Mingyu seems to like Minghao. That’s not wrong in any way, but Jihoon can’t help but feel like she would have more of a chance if Minghao wasn’t here stealing it away from her. 

Minghao is gorgeous. She’s tall and slender and moves with a sense of grace that Jihoon just seems to lack, intrinsically. She has pretty, captivating eyes and a smooth voice, and all Jihoon has are her muscles. 

Mingyu towers over Jihoon, tall enough to practically rest her chin on top of her head without even trying, and even taller when she decides to wear heels to work, which is often. 

Jihoon’s voice is dumb and she trips over her words any time she even tries speaking to Mingyu, so it’s no wonder she’s spending her time and attention on a different, less pathetic woman. 

It’s at this exact moment in time, that Jihoon decides to quit embarrassing herself. 

She’s not usually the type of person to give up on something without first giving it a proper try, but in this particular circumstance, it feels like it might be for the best. It’s great to not give up in work or your passions, but a crush? A stupid bundle of feelings she can barely comprehend? 

She’s not in middle school. 

She decides that from here on out, she will engage in casual niceties with Mingyu, but nothing more than that, for her own sake. She watches her continue to flirt with Minghao and feels a pang in her chest. 

Get over it. 

When she looks up at the scene one last time, Mingyu is laughing at Minghao’s words, but looking directly at her. 

“Hi, Jihoonie…” 

Mingyu’s voice cascades like warm syrup, out from her lips and directly to Jihoon, but the distance almost cools it down, turning it sticky and uncomfortable before Jihoon can even properly absorb that she’s being addressed. By Mingyu. While she’s still actively flirting with Minghao. 

Jihoon is strong at the worst of times, but she’s not sure she can take any more of this. She gives a polite smile despite feeling anything but polite before making her way out of the area, into a hallway and walking aimlessly until she finds herself outside the building.

She takes a deep breath and decides that this must be her sign to take an early lunch. 

—

There are fingers on the nape of her neck, dancing along the skin like it’s entertaining for them. Jihoon resists the urge to slap them away, but she’s not sure if it’s because of or despite knowing who it is. 

“Mingyu-ah…” Jihoon lightly scolds, but she really feels it this time, just simmering in her veins. Mingyu squeezes gently before giggling to herself and bringing herself around to face Jihoon fully. 

“Jihoonie…” Mingyu draws out once again, each syllable long on purpose. She's looking at Jihoon with those eyes, and Jihoon can almost feel herself starting to lose, melting under that flirty, borderline sultry gaze. 

“Did you know the mole by your eye is pretty?” 

Despite the sweet words, Jihoon's blood is running cold right now, no desire to reciprocate in her body. She doesn’t respond with words, simply shrugging her shoulders to hopefully get her feelings across without needing to communicate them directly. 

She doesn’t want Mingyu to stop, but for Jihoon’s own sanity, she kind of has to. Jihoon can't keep allowing herself to be led on like this, so she puts her foot down. 

Mingyu reaches out to touch Jihoon's face, likely to trace over the aforementioned mole, but Jihoon intercepts the movement — with hesitation in her hand and pain that starts in the middle of her and radiates outward. 

She doesn’t say anything when she does it, merely catching Mingyu’s hand with her own and pushing it down and away. Immediately, Mingyu’s eyes go big and wide, glistening in the light as if on command. 

No. Please, don’t do this. 

“Is it… Oh, I– sorry,” Mingyu nearly chokes on her apology, going pale for a few moments before all the color returns to her face, full-force burgundy. 

“Sorry,” Jihoon replies instinctually, biting her own tongue in frustration before readjusting. “I just… boundaries and stuff, you know? It’s not your fault.”

Jihoon says the words, and hates them as they come out of her mouth, for so many reasons, but mostly because they’re still in the office where anyone could hear — where anyone could glance over at them and notice the tension in both their bodies. 

“Oh! Right! Yeah, that’s totally fine! I…” Mingyu trails off, eyes still wet and now flitting back and forth between both of Jihoon’s, like there’s something else just on the tip of her tongue. 

Jihoon looks back at her imploringly, even though she’s not sure she wants to hear what Mingyu will say. Mingyu laughs to herself for a moment, but it’s not the sweet, bubbly thing it usually is, instead sounding bitter and derisive. 

Jihoon hates the way it rings out so hollow. 

“I…” Mingyu starts up again, taking another deep breath. “I just thought that you liked me.” 

Jihoon’s heart is breaking.

It’s not supposed to be like this. Mingyu isn’t supposed to be sad, and Jihoon isn’t supposed to feel this way about it all. 

“It’s not about that,” Jihoon corrects as calmly as she can while feeling like every single one of her insecurities are on display, ugly and vulnerable in a way she so rarely is. “It’s Minghao.”

The words are out there now, and Jihoon needs to look around the immediate area, fully expecting Minghao to be somewhere within earshot of them, listening in on the conversation with a smug expression painted onto her stupid, pretty face. 

But she’s nowhere to be seen and, somehow, that feels worse to Jihoon. 

“What about Minghao?” Mingyu asks, still sounding like she might be on the verge of tears. Jihoon takes another deep breath and moves to end it. 

“You like her. And I…” Jihoon says, starting with a lot of power, but trailing off with it when she realizes that she doesn’t know how to finish the thought. 

Mingyu’s lip quivers. 

“I… I do like her,” Mingyu admits, quieter than anything else she’s said so far, almost shameful in the way she’s no longer meeting Jihoon’s eyes. “But am I a terrible person if I say that I like you, too?”

And now Jihoon really feels like this isn’t a work conversation. Mingyu seems to realize it at the same time. 

“Sorry to corner you like this. I should just–”

“No, we can– Can we talk about this after work? Somewhere else?” 

Mingyu seems to ponder Jihoon’s request, looking off to the corner of the room for a moment, her arms wrapped around herself like a comforting hug. 

“Can Minghao come too?” 

“Yeah… yeah, that’s probably for the best.”

The idea of it is inherently uncomfortable to Jihoon, but if they want any of this cleared up then they probably all need to be involved. 

“Okay… See you after work, I guess,” Mingyu says, moving her hand to touch Jihoon before seeming to second guess it, putting her hand down with dejection. Despite just pushing it away minutes ago, Jihoon can’t help but wish for her touch.

One last time , her brain pleads pathetically as Mingyu walks away with an awkward smile. 

The rest of the work day moves at half speed. 

—

They’re at a cafe, but Jihoon is already too jittery without the aid of caffeine, so she’s nursing a glass of water like it’s keeping her alive, occupying her mind with aimless little movements rather than making eye contact with either of the women sitting at the table with her. 

Mingyu only sat down a moment or two ago, having been the last to receive her drink from the counter, forcing Jihoon and Minghao to sit together in awkward silence.

“I need to apologize,” Mingyu blurts out before even taking a sip, cup on the table as she flaps and flails her hands in desperation. Oddly enough, her nerves make Jihoon feel a little better about herself. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Especially at work.”

Jihoon and Minghao make brief eye contact with each other, both of their mouths clamped shut, Minghao’s typical confidence wavering in a way Jihoon has never witnessed before. They say nothing, waiting for Mingyu to further elaborate. 

“I really do like both of you,” Mingyu says outright, with maybe just a touch of shame, but no embarrassment whatsoever. “I… I just got out of a relationship. A long one. It happened right before I got this job…” 

There are so many implications that Jihoon can feel her head starting to spin. Mostly, she’s thinking–

“So, we were your rebounds,” Minghao says, all while taking a sip of her tea and seeming unbothered by the revelation. Mingyu finally blushes. 

“It sounds so bad when you say it like that,” Mingyu argues, but doesn’t deny it. “I didn’t talk to you with the intention of rebounding… It just happened. You’re both so fun and sweet and you showed me around the office my first week.”

Now Jihoon is blushing, recalling the memory and what was going through her head — mostly pretty girl, so so pretty, get pretty girl to talk to you. 

Jihoon supposes she can’t be too offended by Mingyu using them as rebounds when she’s spent the last 12 weeks stuck in her own shallow thoughts, thinking about nothing more than Mingyu’s beauty and the scent of her shampoo any time she got close enough for Jihoon to smell. 

“I should’ve said something. Or made it all a lot clearer. But I was having so much fun and I didn’t want to ruin it. I guess that’s what ended up happening anyway though,” Mingyu says, trailing off like the situation is truly only dawning on her right now. 

“Fun doing what? Watching us react?” Minghao asks when it’s clear Jihoon is completely lost for words. 

“Watching you compete.”

There’s that word again. That word that inspires shame and a sick, sour feeling in Jihoon’s stomach. It’s a word that carries negative connotations in Jihoon’s head. 

Meanwhile, Mingyu looks aroused. 

In public. 

“I didn’t want you to actually fight,” Mingyu goes on, biting her lip like she’s remembering it all. “So, I hope there’s no hard feelings. I just really liked watching you try harder and harder to get me…”

Jihoon feels used. 

She feels used and like a stupid, dumb idiot, but she’s honestly way too horny to care about the morality of Mingyu’s actions. A sexy woman wants her attention, and by god, Jihoon wants to give it to her. 

Mingyu, however, seems to fall back into reality with a start, shaking her head as if to reset it. 

“But then I noticed Jihoon pulling away and it didn’t feel so fun anymore. Again, I’m sorry to both of you, I just… never had two at the same time before,” Mingyu apologizes.

But the apology part of that statement may as well have never even existed because all Jihoon can focus on, echoing in her head over and over again, is the last part. The ‘having two at the same time’ part, because what the fuck does Mingyu mean by that? 

Jihoon’s eyes are probably looking comically large at this point, while Minghao looks as cool and normal as ever. Jihoon might hate her just a little bit. 

“Sorry,” Mingyu apologizes again, breaking eye contact with both of them to look down at her drink, sipping in an attempt to will her flustered face away. 

“Hey, it’s cool with me. No offense taken here,” Minghao announces for herself, casual, and still so cool that Jihoon feels the need to compensate. 

“ Yeah, me too,” she chokes out, not even 100% sure that she means that, but she wants to be cool, too.

When Mingyu lets out the breath she was holding, Jihoon can’t help but feel like she made the right choice. 

“That’s a relief. I actually really like this job. I know it’s just an office, but it’s so nice and peaceful, and I was afraid I was going to have to leave just because I’m stupid about women,” Mingyu jokes, though, her apprehension more than just bleeds through her words, shaky, worried tone finally making Jihoon realize that Mingyu isn’t just puppeting her around right now. 

She’s scared, too. 

She just wanted things to be okay, and they are. 

Thank god. 

“We’d never make you leave. You’re too amazing of a coworker,” Minghao says for both of them, and it’s true. Jihoon doesn’t think she’d ever be able to bring herself to do something that might result in Mingyu’s removal. In fact, Jihoon actually might want her a little more now that she has the full picture, emotions zig-zagging back and forth, almost enough to give her whiplash.

And if Mingyu can admit to wanting them both, then Jihoon thinks that it’s only fair that she gets to imagine what that might be like, both her and Minghao working together to bring Mingyu as much pleasure as possible.

Jihoon pictures the scene: her cock inside Mingyu, thrusting in and out, slow at first while Minghao traces slender fingers down over Mingyu’s body, over her collarbones and down her breasts before she’s finally down around her hips, teasing over her clit until she moans out both of their names. 

It takes a whole 30 seconds of fantasizing for Jihoon to realize she’s been staring at Mingyu’s tits the whole time, looking beautiful in her tight shirt, buttons undone just enough to entice. When Jihoon finally manages to look up, it's Mingyu's eyes on her, shining with confidence and charisma.

Get it together, dyke. 

Suddenly, Mingyu pulls her own phone out of her purse, tapping away at the screen for reasons unknown. Or at least, the reasons are unknown until Jihoon feels her own phone buzz in her pocket. She just looks at Mingyu, watching the way her bottom lip gets captured so beautifully by her teeth. 

Minghao clearly feels around for her own phone, pulling it out and indirectly encouraging Jihoon to do the same. 

The text from Mingyu contains nothing more than a dropped pin, an address to a place a few streets away. 

“I might’ve read this situation totally wrong, but I’m willing to face the fall out and embarrassment if it means there’s even a slight chance that I’m right,” Mingyu prefaces, playing with the cardboard sleeve on her cup, peeling at it until it unravels completely. “If you wanna come to my place, you know where it is now.” 

And just like that, Mingyu stands up, cool and collected on the surface, but she stumbles a little when she pushes her chair in, one of the legs getting stuck between tiles. It’s stupid how cute Jihoon thinks it is. 

“Make sure to come prepared,” are the last words she says before walking out, winking before her heels clack through the cafe and out the front door, Jihoon and Minghao still sitting at the table, both stunned into silence, which Jihoon can’t say she’s seen all too often. 

“Did she just…” Minghao asks, finally seeming to snap out of it, but still aimlessly wandering in her own head, unable to finish her own question as she continues staring at the door, mouth agape. 

“I think I’m gonna head home,” Jihoon decides — a completely independent idea that she just came up with herself. 

“Home. Right. And not anywhere after that,” Minghao agrees, nodding her head. 

They both bolt out of their seats, practically racing out the front door with both of their drinks sitting abandoned at their table. 

Jihoon runs home and grabs anything she thinks she might need, which turns out to be an embarrassing number of things, most of them added for the sake of very specific ‘what if’s and nothing else. She throws it all into her backpack before deciding that her harness needs to be on ahead of time, under her clothes for convenience, but mostly so nobody can watch her as she awkwardly tries getting into it. 

She locks her door behind her and then triple checks the address Mingyu sent before starting a very reasonable power walk there, only once considering that maybe this isn’t actually Mingyu’s address, and this is all an elaborate set up. It speaks to Jihoon’s own desperation that the thought doesn’t deter her in the slightest. 

Mingyu’s so nice, she would never do that , she tells herself, absolutely thinking with her pussy and not her brain. 

Jihoon arrives in front of the apartment complex only slightly out of breath, a tiny bead of sweat rolling down her temple despite the chill in the air. She quickly wipes it away before sending a text to Mingyu. 

Jihoon 

i’m outside

She looks at her phone screen for just a second before amending it with a follow up message. 

Jihoon

sorry i probably should’ve said i was on my way

Suddenly (and loudly), the door in front of her buzzes and unlocks.

Mingyu

come up 🩷 

Jihoon doesn’t overthink it, opening the door and taking the elevator up to the fourth floor, feeling insane when she starts thinking that it’s taking too long. For a 12-second elevator ride. 

When she’s finally outside Mingyu’s door, she takes a single deep breath in before knocking gently. 

The door opens with Mingyu standing there, looking pretty much exactly the same as she did when she left the cafe. She looks Jihoon up and down with a smirk that makes the sweat on her forehead intensify just a little. 

“Did you run here?” she asks as she gestures for Jihoon to come in. The question is obviously asked in jest, but it makes Jihoon sweat even more. 

“No,” she answers plainly as she struggles to unlace her boots while standing, tripping over herself until she finally gets them off, placing them on the mat by the door. 

She’s totally not blushing. 

They both naturally gravitate toward the couch, sitting beside each other before Mingyu seems to realize something with a tiny gasp.

“I’m a terrible host. Can I get you–” 

If asked, Jihoon would come up with every excuse in the book. She would say that she just couldn’t help herself, that there was something pulling her closer and closer, until she just couldn’t fight back against it. Until their lips touched, clumsy and ungraceful, but so, so good…

Jihoon is not asked. 

The only sound Mingyu makes is another gasp, this one directly into Jihoon’s mouth. The sound and sensation both catch Jihoon off guard in a way she never has been before, causing her to pull back entirely when what she’s done hits her. 

“Sorry. Sorry, I just–” Jihoon begins, trying to work through those excuses she just came up with, but not needing them when Mingyu pulls her back in with a huge smile. Their lips connect less violently this time, with Mingyu maneuvering back more and more until she’s lying down on the couch, bringing Jihoon down on top of her. 

It’s easy after that, everything feeling more like second nature and less like Jihoon’s a pathetic virgin fumbling around for the first time. In another second, she has a knee between Mingyu’s legs, her skirt hiking up with the movement. Even through the worn denim of Jihoon’s jeans, she can feel just how hot Mingyu is, and man, she wants to just get in there already. 

After minutes of making out, of their tongues coming together, teasing each other, Jihoon finally pulls back for a much needed lungful of air. When their lips part, there’s a thin string of saliva still connecting them together, catching the light until Mingyu sticks her tongue out and breaks it. It doesn’t help Jihoon feel less crazy. 

“I’ve wanted to taste you for weeks.”

If anything, it makes her worse. 

“I hope I lived up to your expectations.”

It reassures her that Mingyu doesn’t seem to be any better. 

“More than I could have imagined,” Jihoon answers, and she knows it’s cheesy as hell, but fuck if it isn’t the truth. Mingyu is delicious. She licks her lips to savor the experience, the combination of Mingyu’s lip balm and spit nearly intoxicating. She doesn’t need to savor it for too long though, because Mingyu just as quickly grabs at the collar of her shirt, pulling her in again, giggling into the kiss.

It gives Jihoon stupid butterflies in her stupid stomach, and she tries not to think about it too hard because as of right now, she’s still enjoying herself. If she thinks too hard, that definitely won’t be the case. 

But then Mingyu trails her hands down Jihoon’s body until her fingers are playing with the hem of her shirt, hands slowly sliding up the back and making Jihoon shake at the feel of nails against her bare skin. Something about the way they sink in ever so slightly feels possessive, even though Jihoon knows that can’t be right. 

She ignores those thoughts and returns her focus to Mingyu’s lips on hers, petal-soft and plush… Jihoon wonders what they might look like around a moan… or around–

There’s an incessant buzzing coming from the coffee table, something that grabs Mingyu’s attention.

She reaches over for her phone and holds it up to her ear. 

“Hi…” she greets flirtatiously, which means it can (probably) only be one person on the other end of the line. There are a few muffled sounds that come from the phone, and Mingyu smiles a little wider at each one. 

“Okay, just give me a sec,” she finally says before hanging up, gesturing for Jihoon to move so she can get up. Jihoon hates how cold it makes her feel. 

Less than a minute later, Mingyu opens the door to let in Minghao, whose eyes flit back and forth between the two of them and their rumpled states of being. 

“Looks like I missed something,” Minghao jokes, sliding her shoes off with ease and hanging up her coat. 

“It was just this,” Mingyu says before all but throwing herself into Minghao’s arms, kissing her with an identical amount of enthusiasm. Minghao catches her easily, wrapping her arms around her waist and returning the kiss with her tongue. 

Both of them are absolutely gorgeous, and for a brief moment, Jihoon looks at the scene unraveling before her, and is turned on instead of insanely jealous. If she disconnects from the situation just enough, it’s almost like porn, live and in person and happening right in front of her, as opposed to what it really is.

Which is her crush making out with another woman, mere moments after making out with her. The horrible, bitter side of her hopes that Minghao can taste a little bit of her on Mingyu’s lips, a reminder that she was there first. The logical side tells her that she’s crazy for even thinking that. She allows herself to soak up the view for the few more moments it lasts, silently rejoicing when Mingyu pulls away far sooner than she had with Jihoon. 

She grabs ahold of Minghao’s hand and starts pulling her in the direction of a door off in the corner, stopping by the couch first as she takes Jihoon in her other hand. She drags them over in a fit of giggles.

“Open,” she commands one of them, looking at the door knob with intent. It likely comes as no surprise to anyone that Jihoon immediately reaches out for it, opening the door like she exists to cater to Mingyu’s every whim and for nothing else. She continues to drag both of them along, depositing them onto her bed and standing in front of them with an eager grin. 

After a moment, she tempers her expression, subduing her smile in a way that makes Jihoon feel sad for no justifiable reason. Her cute teeth are hidden by her lips and Jihoon wants to make a big deal about how pretty she thinks they are. 

She stays silent. 

“I don’t know what to do first. I’ve never thought about this part,” Mingyu admits, blushing and looking down at her feet. 

Discussing the logistics of a threesome definitely isn’t cute. It’s awkward and technical, and Mingyu keeps tripping over her words any time she tries coming up with a new approach to the scenario.

But Jihoon might be in love with her. 

She wants to pull her into bed and kiss her all over, can’t stop thinking about getting her naked and just watching her, running a hand over delicate skin and watching as goosebumps appear.

“-give me a minute,” Jihoon hears Mingyu say, having spaced out whatever led to it as Mingyu heads back for the door. “Close your eyes until I get back!”

She stares at both of them intently until they both finally realize she’s being 100% serious, closing their eyes as she walks out with intentions Jihoon is very unclear on.  

“...What’s going on?” Jihoon finally decides to ask about a minute into their second shared silence of the day, ashamed to admit she wasn’t really listening, but figuring it’s better to admit it and figure it out before Mingyu gets back. 

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Minghao says through a slightly huffy breath. 

So they’re both lost. 

It’s actually a tad bit reassuring. 

Especially as the following silence stretches on for much longer than Jihoon could’ve anticipated. What has to be at least five minutes in is punctuated by a distant thud, scrambling, and Mingyu shouting out a slightly warbled “I’m okay!”

Jihoon tenses up.

But just as she’s about to ask Minghao what she thinks is going on, the bedroom door creaks once again, the soft footfalls of bare feet traveling closer. 

Jihoon bites her tongue as she waits for something. She still isn’t sure what. 

What she is sure of is that Mingyu is right in front of them, holding her breath. 

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” Mingyu says, her voice coming from so much lower than Jihoon was expecting. Her eyes snap open immediately, blowing out with white light after being closed so tightly for so long.

Once they readjust to the light, it takes Jihoon’s retinas another handful of moments to process what she’s seeing. 

“Surprise,” Mingyu whispers shyly, kneeling in front of both of them, completely naked. 

Jihoon’s not sure what she’s supposed to do besides drool at the absolutely breathtaking sight in front of her. She wishes it wouldn't be considered completely out of line to take a photo — because it is, she'll just have to try her best to commit the image to memory. 

“I hope this feels like enough of a reward for putting up with me for the past week,” Mingyu says, all while looking up at them with big, wide eyes, bottom lip jutting out in a tiny pout. 

Jihoon’s life is pretty incredible.

Would she have liked to strip Mingyu herself, teasing over her skin as she removes each piece of clothing? Of course. But it's just as much of a treat to see Mingyu take so much initiative, essentially presenting herself to Jihoon like a gift. 

Minghao clears her throat. 

Right. To them. Presenting herself to them like a gift. 

Whatever. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Minghao says once they’ve both gotten their eyeful, and Jihoon feels like a failure for not saying something faster, her mouth still gaping open stupidly. 

Mingyu bats her eyelashes up at them, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. 

“I’m glad I’m pretty to look at,” she says, her excitement coming through in the way she bounces ever so slightly. 

You’re more than that, Jihoon would say if she didn’t think it would bring the mood crashing down around them. 

“So pretty,” she says instead, threading her fingers into Mingyu’s hair in a move of pure bravery. Mingyu leans into the touch with an encouraging little smile.

“You can pull on it if I’m acting up,” Mingyu shares like it’s casual. Like she’s not slowly ruining Jihoon’s whole life. She’s going to leave this experience and not be able to get a girlfriend for the rest of her life, too haunted by Kim Mingyu, perfect goddess of a human being. 

While Jihoon can’t say she’s ever thought of what it might be like to pull Mingyu’s hair, the idea isn’t off-putting to her, tangling her fingers in a little more, scratching at her scalp like a puppy. 

“But you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?” Minghao asks when the silence stretches on again. Mingyu’s pupils blow wide open in response, a tiny whining sound emanating from the back of her throat. 

“I’m gonna try really hard,” Mingyu promises, though Jihoon has the sneaking suspicion that punishment is a part of sex that Mingyu really likes. “Will you tell me how to be good?”

Jihoon wants to show her. 

Jihoon wants nothing more than to throw Mingyu on the mattress and fuck her until all she can think to say is Jihoon’s name. 

She wishes Minghao wasn’t here. 

Coincidentally, Minghao is also the only person here with enough functioning brain cells to actually get anything moving. 

“ Get up on the bed,” Minghao commands. Jihoon watches the way Mingyu jumps eagerly up off the floor, away from both of them and over to the end of the bed where she sits before shifting back a little and lying down. Jihoon twists to get a look at her, nearly losing all of her breath when she really gets to see Mingyu in all her naked glory, hair fanned out around her head like something from an old painting. The faintest bits of early evening light come in from the gaps in the curtains, cascading over Mingyu like droplets of gold . 

She’s not sure how long she’s been staring when Minghao finally says “Touch her, Jihoon.” 

Jihoon flinches and Mingyu giggles. 

“Yeah, touch me, Jihoon…” she teases, trailing her own hand up her torso and over one of her breasts. 

Jihoon gulps.

She does not touch Mingyu’s boobs simply upon being prompted. She does draw a little pattern on Mingyu’s arm, observing the way her skin erupts into goosebumps from simple skin-to-skin contact, just like in her fantasies.

Pleased with the reaction, Jihoon takes it just a step further, winding her hand around Mingyu’s arm and rubbing up and down, massaging the taut muscle there and loving the feeling beneath her fingertips. After a few moments of that, she finally migrates down to Mingyu’s waist, squeezing her side and making her giggle. 

“ Your skin’s soft,” Jihoon says, an inane observation to make after touching her crush’s naked body for the first time, but in her defense, it is soft. 

“I like how your hand feels on me. What about the other one?” Mingyu asks, spreading her legs in a subtle, but definitely still noticeable way. Jihoon swallows down the last of her nerves while guiding her second hand to Mingyu’s thigh, pointedly ignoring her pussy to avoid going insane. 

“Hmm… I think I need a little more touching…” Mingyu says, immediately prompting Minghao to get up from her place of watching, walking to the opposite side of the bed so that they’re both flanking Mingyu. Minghao mirrors Jihoon’s own hand placement, both of them stroking Mingyu’s perfect tan skin.

It’s perfectly normal, but somehow also some of the weirdest foreplay Jihoon has ever engaged in, making eye contact with Minghao for a moment before breaking it to look back at Mingyu. 

Despite not being touched there, Jihoon can see Mingyu’s nipples perking up, getting harder just at the idea of being touched, at the teasing, tickling sensations she’s feeling elsewhere. Jihoon keeps her hands moving, stroking over as much of Mingyu as she possibly can before finally brushing over her breast, gently at first, but then firm and confident.

Jihoon loves the way it looks in her hand, and even more than that, she loves the way Mingyu moans over it, thighs parting even more in obvious invitation. Jihoon doesn’t think she’s ready for that yet. The competition aspect of this whole thing is still weighing down on her though, because while she wants to wait out that first touch, rubbing Mingyu’s clit, slipping a finger inside, she also wants to be first . She doesn’t want to give Minghao a single opportunity to take that from her. 

So she takes the hand resting on Mingyu’s thigh and just hovers over the area between her legs, fingers ghosting over the skin, but not committing to anything just yet. It still makes Mingyu shiver. 

“Jihoonie, touch me more…” Mingyu begs, closing her legs as if to trap Jihoon’s hand there. 

Minghao moves a hand up to Mingyu’s head, twirling her index finger around a thick lock of her hair and tugging on it. Mingyu lets out a yelp, looking up at Minghao with her big, glittering eyes. 

“Jihoon is taking her time. Be good,” Minghao commands, keeping her grip on Mingyu’s hair while she stares her down. 

Jihoon doesn’t have anything to add. She wants to be like Minghao: firm and in control and always aware of what she’s going to say before she says it. Instead, all she can do is wiggle her hand until it’s free of Mingyu’s thigh death grip and then dive into the crook of her neck, kissing when she realizes words will likely continue to fail her in this scenario. 

She teases her teeth over the thin, delicate skin of Mingyu’s throat, down over her clavicle until her breath hitches. The gasp turns into a moan, which quickly turns into more begging if the tone is any indicator. 

When Jihoon takes a chance and looks back up at Mingyu, it’s to the sight of Mingyu pouting, not in sadness or disappointment. 

Asking for a kiss. 

And Jihoon more than happily obliges. 

Honestly, she’s not sure what Minghao is doing anymore, now completely absorbed in Mingyu and her soft lips, in her hands that once again wind around Jihoon’s back. When her fingers play with the short hair at the back of Jihoon’s neck, it takes everything in Jihoon not to moan at the feeling it inspires in her. 

Then the feeling is gone in an instant as Mingyu pulls back to kiss Minghao again, and Jihoon knows that it’s only fair, that Mingyu is giving them attention as equally as she can manage, but she needs more. 

So, while Mingyu’s mouth is preoccupied, Jihoon takes the opportunity to kiss down Mingyu’s body the way she’s been dreaming about for weeks — though, Minghao is usually nowhere near those dreams. 

She starts back at Mingyu’s collarbone, sucking what she hopes is a mark into it before focusing on Mingyu’s chest. 

Jihoon doesn’t think that she’s been subtle in her interest in Mingyu’s boobs. While she’s definitely tried not to stare, especially at work, Mingyu’s tits are huge. Completely clothed, they draw the eye directly to them, and now, naked like this, Jihoon finds herself wishing she could have them in front of her at all times. 

She presses a few delicate kisses into the soft flesh, soaking in the privilege, before taking the nipple into her mouth and sucking gently. Seconds later, she feels a hand back in her hair, fingers winding into the short strands. Mingyu’s tongue is still in Minghao’s mouth, but the fact that Jihoon has any of her attention is honestly exhilarating. 

She’s paying attention to me even when you’re making out with her, the evil little voice in her head taunts Minghao. She sucks a little harder before releasing Mingyu’s nipple from between her lips, bringing her fingers back up to tease over it, but traveling down lower, lower, lower, until–

“Ah!” Mingyu moans out. Her lips are still pressed into Minghao’s, but it’s clear that the reaction is to Jihoon’s fingers rubbing over her clit. She rubs a little more insistently, just to see the effect it has, and the deeper moan Mingyu lets out sets aflame a smug sense of accomplishment in Jihoon’s chest. 

“Please…” Mingyu begs, unspecific but now looking directly at Jihoon. Minghao squeezes her shoulder as if in approval. “Inside, please.” 

It’s at that moment that Jihoon realizes she’s helpless against Mingyu. Physically, Jihoon may hold all of the power between the two of them, but at this point, she would do absolutely anything Mingyu asked of her. 

So she plays with Mingyu a little more, just enough to get her fingers wet, before slipping one inside. Mingyu’s hips grind down into the mattress and she whines with what Jihoon hopes is satisfaction, even if it is relatively low-level. 

“Good girl,” Minghao praises, and for a split-second, Jihoon can’t tell who she’s talking to. Her brain is scrambled by the knowledge of what Mingyu’s pussy feels like, throbbing around her finger, and all she can do is look back and forth between the two of them. 

“Am I?” Mingyu asks after a moment, still breathless even though Jihoon really hasn’t done much yet. “Am I a good girl, Jihoonie?” 

Jihoon accidentally bites the inside of her cheek, startled by the question or the direct address, she isn’t entirely sure. But she wants to give Mingyu an answer. 

“You’re a good girl, Mingyu-ah,” Jihoon confirms, pumping her middle finger in and out a couple of times before adding her index finger, curling them up ever so slightly until Mingyu hums with content. 

“I like being your good girl.”

Minghao’s back to touching Mingyu’s body, running her hands up and down with surety before leaving the bed, walking off with the obvious intent of grabbing something. Mingyu whines at the diverted attention, and Jihoon tries to make up for it by putting her other hand on Mingyu’s hip, holding it in place while she continues fingering her. 

Before going for her bag, Minghao stands at the foot of the bed, merely watching the two of them. She makes eye contact with Mingyu before asking her a question. 

“Mingyu, what do you want?” 

Mingyu squeezes around Jihoon’s fingers. She takes a deep, shaky breath in, releasing it slowly.

“...I want you to fuck me. Both of you. At the same time.”

She knows it isn’t easy to say from the way Mingyu’s voice trembles, but Jihoon finds herself admiring Mingyu for being able to say it at all, even with a completely flushed face. 

Then, she finds herself actually absorbing what Mingyu just said and goes hot all over at the idea. 

Jihoon's never had a threesome. That much is probably obvious, but she's never even given thought as to what she would do in a threesome, so she hopes that someone else knows what they’re doing. 

Minghao doesn’t seem to question Mingyu’s wants at all, digging through her bag with confidence. 

“How do you want it?” she asks, nonchalant while she searches for whatever it is she’s looking for. Jihoon’s fingers are still inside Mingyu, but they’re hardly moving now, her brain too preoccupied with everything else that’s going on. 

“How do you want to give it to me? I’m very open-minded,” Mingyu says. Her tone is soft and borderline teasing as she reaches out to touch Jihoon’s arm. The rubbing motion encourages Jihoon to start moving her fingers again. 

“That depends. Flip over,” Minghao instructs her, carrying her bag over to the bed. 

In order for Mingyu to move, Jihoon has to move her hand, so she can’t say that she’s a fan of Minghao’s directions, but she's understanding of the bigger picture once Mingyu's actually on her front, allowing Jihoon to see her ass for the first time. 

It jiggles as she settles back down into the mattress, and Jihoon resists the urge to smack it. She does not resist the urge to touch it though, squeezing one cheek with her still-wet fingers and reveling in the gasp it elicits. 

“Do that again,” Minghao says. It's not demanding, her tone transforming entirely when she addresses Jihoon. It sounds like a suggestion, and it's not one that Jihoon is about to brush off. She squeezes again, and this time Minghao reaches over and grabs at the other side, a continuation of their mirrored actions from earlier. 

“I thought I saw something,” Minghao says with conviction, pawing at Mingyu’s ass with a little more aggression and–

Like everything else about Mingyu, it takes Jihoon’s brain a few moments to process that what Minghao is exposing is a butt plug. A pink, crystalline butt plug tucked between Mingyu’s cheeks, and Jihoon’s brain starts truly malfunctioning, because she starts trying to figure out the timing of when exactly that happened. As soon as she got home? In the minutes she asked them to sit on the bed with their eyes closed? All day? 

Jihoon’s not sure which situation makes her crazier. What she does know is she’s sitting there, staring at her coworker’s asshole being held open by a dainty, cute glass plug. She squeezes her hand harder, digging her short nails into the fat of Mingyu’s ass, loving the sound it pulls out of her lungs. 

“I wanted to be ready,” she whines, even when neither Jihoon nor Minghao have questioned her at all. The pouty defensiveness is extremely cute, and Jihoon is having a hard time keeping all of her emotions organized throughout this whole ordeal. She just wants Mingyu, can’t all of her other thoughts leave her alone right now? 

“So, when you said you were open-minded…” Minghao begins, smirking when Mingyu whines some more, squirming away from their touch. 

“I said I want both of you to fuck me. This is the only way that works, trust me,” Mingyu replies, indignant as she flops back over, effectively hiding her ass from view. 

And Jihoon knows that this is a part of the game — the flirty back and forth, the foreplay — but she just wants to give Mingyu everything she wants. And she wants to do it now. 

“What should we do?” she asks, stuttering a bit, and sounding just as pathetic and desperate as she feels, but Mingyu is here begging to have Jihoon inside her, and Jihoon personally can’t see the benefits of waiting around any longer. 

“Take your pants off? And your shirt, too?” 

They’re statements, but the way Mingyu’s voice lilts makes them sound like timid questions. The answer to both is yes. 

Minghao and Jihoon both take themselves down to their underwear, and Jihoon is immediately intimidated by how pretty Minghao’s is. It’s an expensive-looking matching set, deep burgundy red while Jihoon’s is… also matching, but in a cheap, black sports bra and boxer brief kind of way. 

And Jihoon isn’t sure what her problem is, because she wouldn’t feel more confident in underwear like Minghao’s (if anything, she’d just feel more heavily scrutinized) but she can’t help but continue to compare the two of them, in every way possible. It’s the worst, and she can’t, for the life of her, figure out how to turn it off in her head. 

Mingyu’s eyes are on her, and all of the negative thoughts she’s had so far flood her brain. 

“Oh…” Mingyu says gently, reaching a hand out and dragging her fingers across…

The straps of Jihoon’s harness. 

“You were already wearing this,” Mingyu points out, and Jihoon can’t help but interpret it like she’s too eager, arrogantly banking on Mingyu wanting her dick. And she obviously does, but it’s still embarrassing to watch Minghao pull out her own harness from her bag, pulling it up her legs and strapping in without any hitches or lapses in confidence.

“I just don’t like… in front of people,” Jihoon explains, skipping over the most specific of the information but figuring Mingyu’s smart enough to fill in the blanks. 

“That’s a shame,” Mingyu surmises, using her finger to draw a line up Jihoon’s thigh. “It’s kinda like porn to me.”

Jihoon nearly chokes on her own spit, rattled by the thought of being gazed upon as opposed to being the one doing the gazing. It isn’t even happening, and still, Jihoon can’t help but blush at the idea of Mingyu watching her pull on her harness, giving commentary about how turned on she is by it, touching herself to it.  

“I think I’ve got you from the back,” Minghao says, breaking Jihoon out of her own miserable, horny thoughts as she climbs back onto the bed, complete with a dildo strapped to her pelvis. “If that’s okay with both of you?”

“Mmm… sounds good to me,” Mingyu answers, staring down at Minghao’s strap and biting her lip. Jihoon is so caught up in the image of Mingyu’s lip between teeth that it takes her a moment to realize both Mingyu and Minghao are looking at her and waiting for an answer. To something. 

“Huh?” she asks dumbly, looking to both of them for any indicator of what she’s supposed to say. Minghao’s expression is still schooled into something normal and semi-serious, meanwhile Mingyu is giggling at her like she’s on the outside of an inside joke.

“Are you okay with Mingyu riding you?” Minghao asks, and the phrasing alone is enough to have Jihoon sputtering over it like an engine struggling to come to life. How is she supposed to answer that? And sound like a normal person?

“Uh…” she says with her eyes downcast, unable to look at either of them, knowing they’re probably laughing at her right now. 

“Maybe I should rephrase it,” Mingyu starts, scooting closer to Jihoon and placing a hand on her thigh once again. “Do you wanna see me bouncing on your cock?” 

Jihoon could come. If she had a real dick she thinks she’d be screwed, boxers soaked with her spend, just from the pure filth falling from Mingyu’s lips. She lets out a tiny, involuntary moan and Mingyu smirks, leaning closer until her lips brush Jihoon’s cheek. 

“You’re cute,” she whispers. “Grab something to fill me up with.” 

Jihoon is finding out that she’s good at taking orders when they come directly from the mouth of the hottest woman she’s ever seen. She hops off the bed, rifling through her bag for the right choice, something that’ll make Mingyu see stars. 

Something that’ll make Mingyu see that Jihoon’s maybe a really cool guy who should be given a chance outside of the bedroom. 

Minghao works on getting Mingyu more thoroughly stretched out, and Jihoon actively ignores the way Mingyu has her face down and ass up on the bed, Minghao standing behind her and teasing the plug in and out of her hole until she’s begging for more. There’s a ridiculously huge bottle of lube tossed off to the side of them, but Jihoon still takes her own out just to feel a little useful.      

When her strap is finally secured, as evidenced by methodical pulling and tugging, she realizes Mingyu’s been watching her the whole time, the side of her face still pressed into the sheets, moaning open-mouthed whenever Minghao brushes over a sweet spot, but definitely staring at Jihoon. 

“Like porn,” Mingyu reiterates, and Jihoon is sure that it’s just to see how quickly all of her skin goes red from the chest up.   

Cautiously, Jihoon heads back over to the action, sitting on the bed and watching, before deciding that she feels like a creep doing that. 

“ It’s big,” Mingyu comments, for seemingly no reason but to make Jihoon feel included. Jihoon is fully ready to nod but otherwise ignore the comment, not feeling the need for validation over a dick that she didn’t grow herself, until Mingyu adjusts her position, getting up on her hands and crawling closer before ducking back down. She rests her head on Jihoon’s thigh and looks up at her with those eyes. 

“Can I have it in my mouth?” Mingyu asks, with Minghao’s fingers still in her ass. 

Jihoon nods, too quickly, but words would definitely be worse in this situation, stupid and squeaky and absolutely uncool. 

Mingyu licks the underside of the head with nothing to preface it.

It shouldn’t feel sexual, logically. 

It’s red silicone. Jihoon knows it doesn’t taste like much (because she needed to know) and she knows that it doesn’t come close to looking or feeling like a human body part. 

But when Mingyu wraps her lips around the tip, Jihoon feels her cunt throb. She suctions her lips tighter and even though Jihoon can’t feel it, it’s almost like her brain tricks her into believing she can. 

It’s euphoric. 

She tangles her fingers into Mingyu’s hair, holding on with gentleness and care, scratching into her scalp again, which makes Mingyu sigh with appreciation. 

She moves her head down lower, mouth swallowing up more of Jihoon’s cock. She looks back up at Jihoon, eyes wide as if asking for approval. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Jihoon says, loving the whine Mingyu gives, feeling the vibrations faintly up against her clit. It’s followed by a deeper moan that Jihoon traces back to Minghao’s fingers, thrusting in deep one last time before pulling out entirely. 

“I think you’re ready,” she announces, wiping her fingers off on a towel that’s clearly there for the specific occasion. Mingyu pulls off of Jihoon's strap, lips glistening with spit as she does so. She maintains the eye contact the entire time.

“Okay, so Jihoon needs to lie down,” Mingyu instructs, looking to the center of the bed and then to Jihoon, motioning with her head for her to move. Jihoon does so easily and without hesitation, scooting over with her superfluous lube bottle, all while Mingyu and Minghao’s eyes trace over every movement she makes.         

She settles into her spot, suddenly feeling so much smaller than she actually is, and practically microscopic compared to Mingyu and Minghao. She doesn't like the feeling, and more than that, she doesn't like what it says about her. She's about to comment that maybe she'd actually like to be the one fucking Mingyu from behind, until Mingyu straddles her thighs with a timid expression on her face.

“Is this okay?” Mingyu asks, sighing with relief when Jihoon nods. 

And it's more than okay. It's like every fantasy she's ever had about Mingyu times 12 and she doesn't know what to do with herself. Luckily, in her position, Jihoon won't likely find herself having to do a whole lot. 

Her first point of business is just holding onto Mingyu's hips, grounding herself in the sensation, reminding herself that it's real and not a fantasy. Her cock is right in front of Mingyu's spread legs, standing tall and bright like a beacon, drawing Jihoon's attention to it almost against her will, and she can begin to imagine what it'll look like sliding into Mingyu's pussy. 

She can't help but reach out and touch, rubbing the pads of her fingers over the lips, indirectly stimulating Mingyu's clit again. 

Mingyu moans, lifting herself up slightly, no longer directly on top of Jihoon's thighs, but hovering above. She grabs onto Jihoon's strap, stroking it for a moment, again like it's a real cock and Jihoon will feel it. 

“Here, baby,” Jihoon interrupts, the endearment coming out without her permission. She ignores how inflamed her face feels, grabbing her lube and flipping the cap up, squirting a small amount onto Mingyu's fingers so she can slick up Jihoon's length. 

Once it's all said and done, Mingyu doesn't seem to see any more reason to wait around, lifting herself up higher, until the shiny head of Jihoon's dick is right at her entrance, so slick that it starts sliding in almost immediately. 

“Oh…” Mingyu says, a hybrid between a shocked exclamation and a moan, dragging out and tapering off as she sinks all the way down, hips flush with Jihoon's. 

It's happening. 

Neither of them are moving, and Jihoon is positive she hasn't breathed since Mingyu started her slide, but they're fucking. They're having sex, and in this moment, it really is only the two of them. Jihoon doesn't say ‘I love you’ because she's not a complete fucking idiot, believe it or not, but the thought does cross her mind. It's terrible. 

“It's so good,” Mingyu sighs. She moves her hips just millimeters back and forth, and already, Jihoon can't handle the way she looks, body swaying above as she begins chasing her pleasure. 

Jihoon gets her hands on Mingyu’s hips, holding on like she’ll float away if she’s not careful. This seems to encourage her to move them a bit more, fully rocking her hips now, panting out with each movement. 

Mingyu plants her hands on Jihoon’s chest to keep herself balanced, lifting up until just the head of Jihoon’s cock is still inside before slamming back down. 

“Ahh…! Take this off, please,” Mingyu begs, digging her fingers under the tight fabric of Jihoon’s bra, desperately pulling at it like that’ll get it off. 

It’s a strange, new experience. Jihoon can’t say she’s ever had a woman ask to see her nude top half so vehemently before, and because of that Jihoon has no idea what to expect. 

Her breasts aren’t small, but they certainly aren’t shapely and voluptuous in the way that Mingyu’s are. She doesn’t know what Mingyu’s motivations are, but she doesn’t have a problem with being topless, sitting up (careful not to knock Mingyu backwards) and pulling her bra up and over her head. In the process, she messes up her hair even more than it already was. 

“Mmm…” Mingyu hums in satisfaction once Jihoon is on her back again, teasing over her nipples with her long fingers. “You’re so hot…”

It’s another thing that Jihoon isn’t really used to hearing, so she doesn’t respond verbally, merely grabbing onto Mingyu’s thighs, thrusting up once she gains enough leverage for it. Mingyu moans again, but the sound is cut in half by a lube cap being popped open, Jihoon being brought back to the reality of Minghao standing there at the foot of the bed, watching their interactions with rapt attention as she slicks up her own strap. 

Minghao gets onto the bed on her knees, moving closer until she can touch the small of Mingyu’s back — Jihoon can tell the moment that it happens because she tenses up for just a split second before relaxing back into Jihoon’s hips. 

“Is it good? Are you ready for more?” Minghao asks. Her voice is perfectly level and calm, not choking on spit or stuttering through syllables, and it makes Jihoon even more reluctant to speak. She clamps her mouth shut and listens to their conversation. 

“It’s good. It’s so good. Jihoonie’s so deep…” Mingyu answers, grinding down so that her clit is rubbing up against Jihoon’s harness. Her thighs shake with the sensation, and Jihoon is struck with the sudden need to bite all over them, leaving hickies and indentations and bruises as she goes along. Delusionally, she thinks the words next time to herself, a promise she knows she can’t keep. “I want more, Hao… Please, give me more…” 

Everything starts moving quicker. 

Minghao is right up behind Mingyu, momentarily towering over her, and therefore, towering over Jihoon as well. From her vantage point, she has the perfect view of the back of Mingyu’s head and all of Jihoon’s face. 

The two of them make the shortest instance of eye contact in human history, Jihoon immediately diverting her attention back to Mingyu and her pretty, blissed out face, looking even more blissful when it’s clear Minghao is pushing inside, pushing Mingyu a little further forward. Only a few seconds more proves that Mingyu isn’t strong enough to hold herself up, collapsing into Jihoon completely with a gasp and a groan when Minghao bottoms out. 

“You okay?” Minghao asks, punctuated by Mingyu crying out immediately. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“Yes! It’s a yes, fuck…”

“Jihoon?” 

Jihoon’s eyes snap around Mingyu to find Minghao once again, thrown off at the sound of her own name. 

“Yeah?”

“You okay?” 

She’s not sure what to make of that question, because with Minghao, there are truly so many ways for it to be interpreted. Physically, even with the additional weight pressing into her, Jihoon is fine — more than fine if she factors in the wetness from Mingyu’s pussy that she can feel leaking down onto her. 

Emotionally, she doesn’t think she’s going to have a real answer for at least three days.

“I’m good,” she answers anyway because if there’s one thing she’s doing, it’s seeing this through to Mingyu’s orgasm. And more than one if things pan out well.  

“Alright. Let me know when to start moving,” Minghao says, rubbing a hand over Mingyu’s shoulder, a light, comforting touch that Jihoon wishes she could master. Instead, her hands are like claws in Mingyu’s back, holding on even tighter than she realized and releasing a bit once she’s aware of it. 

“Move now,” Mingyu demands. The words are loud in Jihoon’s ear as Mingyu’s breath coats the side of her neck. “Please.” 

Minghao thrusts once, a big, deep motion that has Mingyu holding onto Jihoon with seemingly all of her strength. 

The aforementioned ‘riding’ turns into a poor imitation of the act as Mingyu does nothing more than rub herself off against Jihoon’s pelvis. Jihoon isn’t complaining at all because it also means Mingyu is spending all of her time pressed up against her, chest to hips making full contact as she rocks into her. 

Jihoon can still hear ( and feel ) the wet slide of her cock inside Mingyu, tiny, quick movements, desperate for something deeper as she builds a consistent rhythm: forward onto Jihoon, backward onto Minghao. 

“Sorry I’m so greedy,” Mingyu says after a minute of it, maintaining the wherewithal and levity to laugh at her own apology. “I just love being full.” 

Jihoon is all but trapped where she is, little more than a glorified sex doll at this point, but she musters up some hidden reserve of muscle from somewhere, just to be able to thrust up again, energy and excitement rushing through her veins when she hears the resulting moan. 

“You deserve everything,” Jihoon rambles, clearly no longer in charge of the things she says, wrapping a possessive arm around Mingyu’s waist, the other moving to the side of her neck, just holding her for a second until Mingyu angles her face toward Jihoon’s for a sloppy kiss. 

Both of them continue to thrust into Mingyu while she moves without any sense of rhythm, desperation taking over all of her.

Mingyu comes with her tongue touching Jihoon’s, moaning directly into her mouth as her body shakes with pleasure and eventual overstimulation. She never tells them to stop though. They go until Mingyu moans a second time, big and loud until her body pushes them both out, all of them collapsing into the bed in exhaustion, panting breaths resoundingly loud in the new silence of the room. 

Mingyu’s room. 

That she just got double-penetrated in. 

This isn’t the kind of thing Jihoon ever finds herself involved in. Ever. 

And she’s already thinking about things they could do the next time. And the next time. And the time after that, when it’s just her and Mingyu, alone in a bed with flower petals and romantic music playing, glasses of champagne on the nightstand — and she doesn't even drink like that. 

Jihoon’s definitely coming out of this threesome a changed woman, and that's to say: worse. 

The worst part is the way Minghao is just picking at her own nails, like they didn’t just do something life-changing. Like Mingyu’s not lying there with tears running down her face and the prettiest smile in the whole world. 

The second worst part is the way Jihoon’s heart feels in her chest right now, so soft and stupid and easy to break. But mostly soft, like a pillow for Mingyu to rest her head on. 

Jihoon would honestly love nothing more. 

She uses a single finger to push the stray strands of hair out of Mingyu’s face, feather-light touches that make Mingyu laugh despite the tiredness weighing down her whole body. 

“Thank you, unnie,” she whispers out, quiet in the fragile air of the room. The words are a little broken in places, Mingyu’s voice going in and out with a weakness that Jihoon will be playing back in her head for the rest of time. The ‘unnie’ holds a particular importance, one of the few things that she has over Minghao. 

Unnie can take care of you, she wants to say, but doesn’t, just like 95% of the other things that have crossed her mind today. She winds her fingers into Mingyu’s hair again, not at all grossed out by the sweat dampening it. 

“I’m gonna go clean up,” Mingyu says with a sigh, minutes later, after being lulled almost to sleep. Jihoon understands the need — she should at least wipe things down, too — but she wishes they could just stay in that moment together, drifting off into dreams that don't even begin to compare with reality. 

“Okay,” Jihoon responds, hoping the longing in the sound is all in her head, pointedly not watching Mingyu as she leaves to the bathroom. She does imagine what she might look like though, all while she sits up to grab her bag, procuring a small packet of wet wipes to at least get herself less sticky-feeling. 

Once she's back in her own head, her eyes meet Minghao’s across the bed. 

“What are you thinking?” Minghao asks, quiet, but not as quiet as Jihoon and Mingyu had been, the sound almost reverberating off the walls with the difference in volume. 

“What do you mean?” Jihoon asks, though she’s pretty sure she knows. She’s just not thrilled at the idea of discussing it when Mingyu is just a few meters away with nothing but a thin apartment door separating them. 

“Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you.” The words cut through to Jihoon’s core in a way she isn’t anticipating at all, nearly flinching at the straightforward nature of them. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I don’t want you to say anything. You don’t owe me anything.”

It’s the last thing either of them can say before the creaky door interrupts them again, both of them shutting their mouths immediately, which Jihoon is grateful for. 

“You really did come prepared,” Mingyu jokes, gesturing to the wipe still in Jihoon’s hand, obnoxious red dildo in the other, her harness loose around her hips. 

“Yeah, that’s me,” Jihoon says. Unsurprisingly, it makes her feel like a huge loser, but it’s worth it just to see Mingyu’s smile directed at her again. 

She looks down to her feet after, and Jihoon doesn’t know what to do about the fact that Mingyu is still completely naked. Mingyu doesn't seem to know what to do about it either. 

“Um, it might be a tight squeeze. But I think we can all fit in my bed… If you want!” Mingyu says, quickly tacking on the second part before either of them can even think to question it. 

Jihoon definitely wants . Whether or not she should is another question entirely. 

“Sure, I’m just gonna clean up, too,” Minghao answers first, practically sprinting out of bed, making wide, crazy eyes at Jihoon before she walks away. If she thought Jihoon would be able to interpret it as some kind of message, she’s very wrong. 

Mingyu blinks as Minghao’s footfalls disappear into the other room, sitting at the edge of the bed tentatively after taking a deep breath in. 

“You don’t have to stay,” Mingyu gives her an out.

“I’m actually pretty tired,” Jihoon doesn’t take it. She’s also lying through her teeth. It probably isn’t great that Mingyu looks so elated hearing it. 

“Okay! Maybe you should take this off,” she says, fiddling with one of the loose straps of Jihoon’s harness. Right. She should also maybe think about putting her shirt back on, having sat around without it for close to 20 minutes, despite her friend being in the same room.

Holy shit, I just had a threesome with my friend. 

That was an actual, real life threesome with two people Jihoon works with, and it’s not something that can ever be undone — all from an impulse decision made in a coffee shop. 

Seeming to sense that Jihoon’s brain isn’t exactly working, Mingyu slides her harness off for her, carefully placing it on the floor next to Jihoon’s bag before settling back down on the mattress, still naked, still looking at Jihoon like there’s some specific answer to an unasked question that she’s looking for. 

“Um, do you wanna lie down now? Since you’re tired?” 

Jihoon doesn’t understand where the weight of Mingyu’s speech is coming from, and she’s genuinely too brain-dead to try figuring it out right now. So she nods along despite it feeling a little like signing her soul away, lying down with her shirt nowhere to be seen. Mingyu follows immediately, having to do more of an awkward crawl to get closer to the middle of the bed, but making it there eventually. 

And when Jihoon is just about to have a breakdown regarding trying to sleep next to a naked Mingyu, she somehow makes it worse by tugging Jihoon’s shirt out from where it was tucked under a pillow, pulling on over her own head, looking so unbelievably adorable that for a second, Jihoon considers tackling her into another kiss. 

She maintains control of herself, not looking at Mingyu for too long, closing her eyes even though she thinks it’ll be a long time before she can actually fall asleep. 

“Is… is it okay?” Mingyu asks suddenly, forcing Jihoon’s eyes open again. 

“Is what okay?” 

“If… Can we cuddle?”

It’s a bad decision on the long list of bad decisions she’s made today. But with that in mind, she figures one more couldn’t do any more damage than what she already has. So she opens up her arms and waits just a second for them to be filled with Mingyu’s warmth, the smell of her skin and Jihoon’s t-shirt mingling together as she pulls her blanket up and over both of them. 

“ Sorry,” Mingyu apologizes. It’s punctuated by a huge yawn, and Jihoon can tell that it probably won’t be long before Mingyu passes out. And where the hell is Minghao?

“Sorry for what?” 

“Being clingy. I need cuddles after sex though. Probably should’ve given that as a warning before we started.” 

As a warning, it wouldn’t have stopped Jihoon, not for one second. 

“It’s okay. It’s nice,” Jihoon says, biting her tongue over it, even when Mingyu smiles at her, eyes closed and exhausted. 

“It’s nice,” Mingyu agrees, humming to herself for half a minute before her breaths even out, deep and calm with Jihoon holding her, trying not to fall further in love with the way her dark eyelashes flutter down to her cheeks. 

It’s at least another five minutes before Minghao finally walks back into the room, looking miraculously put together for someone still in nothing but her underwear. 

“She out?” Minghao asks as she tip-toes back into the room. Jihoon would be more openly suspicious of whatever it is she’s doing if it weren’t for the sleeping woman in her arms, face just centimeters away from her own. 

Jihoon eyes the other side of the bed; certainly enough room for Minghao to lie down, but it might be a little uncomfortable. She doesn’t think Mingyu will be moving any time soon. 

Minghao starts sliding her own clothes back on, clothes that definitely aren’t going to be comfortable to sleep in, and it finally starts hitting Jihoon. 

“Where are you going?” she whispers as indignantly as she can manage. Minghao wouldn’t just leave her here, right? What about in the morning? When Mingyu wakes up and realizes it’s just Jihoon here, holding her? 

“You should’ve just said something,” Minghao responds cryptically, silently packing up her bag. 

“Said what?”

“That you like her. I asked. You should’ve told the truth.”

“I didn’t–”

Mingyu stirs, her breath catching for a second or two before going back to the deep inhales of before. Jihoon takes a deep breath, too.

“That much was obvious, wasn’t it?” she asks. It’s facetious, for sure, but Minghao is questioning her post-hookup, while said hookup is passed out with her face up against Jihoon’s chest. 

“You should’ve said she was off limits. I was only kidding around at first. I didn’t know you had actual feelings for her until I saw the way you looked at her naked.”

Retroactively, Jihoon panics about every facial expression she’s ever made, feeling exposed even right now, Minghao just looking at her like she’s a sad excuse of a woman. 

“If you had let me know earlier, maybe this could’ve been avoided. But since it can’t now… I’ll stay out of your way.” It’s a closing statement if Jihoon’s ever heard one, which is infuriating, because Jihoon feels nowhere close to being done with any of this. 

“Did you completely miss the part where she just got out of a relationship and isn’t looking for another one?” Jihoon asks, feeling the exasperation in her chest start to win out over the bone-deep tiredness. Minghao just rolls her eyes, walking to the door with no more concern for Jihoon at all. 

“It won’t be like that forever,” Minghao states, turning off the lamp like it seals a promise. She walks out without so much as a ‘bye’ or ‘see you at work,’ just an irritating, knowing look as she closes the door behind her. Jihoon’s next breath comes out in shudders. 

She takes a look at Mingyu, illuminated by nothing but the faint moonlight coming in through the same curtain gaps as before. Even asleep, with her mouth open, drool poised to spill out of it, she’s so beautiful. 

I am so fucked. 

Jihoon pushes the hair out of her face one last time before closing her eyes. 

It won’t be like that forever.