#illit fic

“Hey! Park Minju!” Minju looks up from her phone to see Noh Yunah standing above her, wearing the same smirk she always does. Minju rolls her eyes, going back to her phone and hoping Yunah will leave her to scroll in peace. She can’t understand what the older girl wants with her anyway, it’s not like they’re friendly anymore. “Hey Minju!” Yunah repeats herself, this time louder and without the smirk, brows creasing into a steady line of mild irritation. Minju smiles to herself, seemingly the taller girl doesn’t like being ignored. Serves her right for being a general nuisance.

“Why are you so desperate for my attention? Can’t you see I’m busy?” She points down, gesticulating towards her phone, tiktoks still blaring in the background.

“I’m not desperate,” Yunah flashes her a dark eyed grin, “Just looking for entertainment and everyone else is out.”

“Sounds pretty desperate to me. I’m busy, can’t you entertain yourself?” Minju tries not to feel too offended. As much as she dislikes Yunah, it sucks to be anyone’s last choice to spend time with. But, with how persistent the girl is being, maybe she shouldn’t feel too put down. She’s still standing there, towering above Minju sitting on the edge of her bed. She rests her hands on her hips, peering down at Minju’s phone.

“You’re not busy, you’re watching a video of a cat having a shower.” Yunah huffs out, folding her arms now like a petulant child.

“I’m just taking a break, I’m mid way through learning the lyrics for our next performance. I’ve got to put in work if I’m going to beat you.” It’s Minju’s turn to smirk now. She raises one eyebrow, looking up at Yunah through her eyelashes as she tilts one corner of her mouth up. Yunah just stares back, making silent eye contact and doing a creepily good job of not displaying any emotions.

“Great, I can help you with that.” She finally says, nudging (shoving) Minju to the side to indicate for her to move, making space for Yunah to sit beside her. “I’m sure my expert opinion will be greatly beneficial to your practice. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I don’t need your help, I’m beating you.” Minju conjures a firm expression, crossing her arms and refusing to budge from her seat. Yunah pouts at her, sitting down anyway, pressing the warm skin of her thigh into that of Minju’s, seemingly not caring about how close they are. However, Minju does care, she has to maintain the pretence that she dislikes Yunah, and so moves about a foot away in protest. The older girl looks somewhat disheartened by the disgust on her face as she moves, Minju feels a pang of regret at this.

As much as she sometimes wished she did, Minju could never really hate Noh Yunah. After training together for 4 years, they’re really very close. This weird new rivalry is only a few months old and secretly, she’s missing their past closeness. How many hours were spent together over the years, sharing snacks after hours of dance training, giving each other tips at their vocal lessons, running out to get coffee for their fellow trainees. Does it all mean nothing now? Is a competition really all it takes to destroy 4 years of solid friendship? As annoying as she is, maybe that’s all Yunah is trying to do now, rekindle their past friendship.

And so, Minju concedes, gives in, relents to the tender skin of the girl beside her. She moves back a little, closer to Yunah but still leaving a few millimetres between them, secretly wanting the skin of their thighs to touch, but not too much. There’s only so much her feeble heart can take.

Yunah sags, deflates, tightness escaping at the contact. Her shoulders roll back and loosen, arm hanging down to rest in the valley created between their legs. She sighs, shaky breath squeezing out of the gap between her tightly shut lips, maybe a sigh of secret relief. Minju is deaf enough, she picks up on it. Although, she can certainly pretend she didn’t, if that’s easier for them both.

Yunah pours over the lyrics, a favourite of hers, Minju is certain by her enthusiasm. Her feedback is genuinely very helpful, surprisingly so, providing new insight into the lyrics and helping with tricky enunciation. Minju can only empathise with Yunah’s sigh of relief, she’d forgotten how much she liked this. The two of them had been so caught up in some pretend feud, accentuated only by bitchy judges and drama-centric editing. Somehow she’d managed to catch the hollow shell of their previous closeness, just in time.

The song they are going over is ‘Tie a Cherry’. They listen to it together, Minju’s earphones tethering them to each other like some red string of fate. It’s a sultry hip hop track that Minju somehow managed to snag part one for. She has to do well, as the centre for much of the song.

“How are you going to do that ending bit? Your killing part?” Yunah asks her, pointing at the highlighted section, the final few lines of the song. “Can you show me?” She speaks almost timidly, as if pleading to be told a secret or shown something special. She sounds as though she doesn’t want to push her luck, spoil the moment and have to wait until the end of the week for the reveal like everyone else.

And yet Minju obliges, getting up from where she sits and trying not to read too much into the poorly-veiled excitement on Yunah’s face. The older girl sits there staring, eyes wide like a dog anticipating a treat. Minju acts out her ending sequence, she sings the final line and raises her hand to drop the metaphorical cherry, making sultry eye contact with an imagined audience, avoiding it with her real, unimagined, corporeal audience.

But when she does, she feels something drop inside of her. Her stomach turns a little at the sight of Yunah’s darkened eyes as she looks up at Minju through thick eyelashes. It’s a confusing facial expression, if it was anyone else she would assume it to be attraction, even sexual desire, but no, not from Yunah. Minju feels awkward nonetheless, smiling through her discomfort and rushing to sit back down, facing the wall rather than the girl beside her. Valley long gone, this is a trench. Surely Yunah’s expression was actually judgement, or disgust of some kind. She makes sure to leave a space between them again, just in case.

The atmosphere of the room has shifted, comfort into something weird and thick. Finally, they were getting along well and then Minju had to ruin it. And yet, she’s not even fully sure where she went wrong. Maybe Yunah thought her performance was cringey? She doesn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of the judges, could it be worth changing that part? Maybe Yunah thought it was so good and her reaction was just concern for the competition, god she hopes that’s all it is.

“Was it okay? Do you have any ideas of how I can improve it?” Minju finally asks, voice cracking and unsteady, unused in their silence. Yunah breathes out, a touch shaky as she goes to reply.

“It was good,” She pauses, looks at Minju and then away to the side again. “I think the judges will like it.” She smiles as she says this, overcoming her awkwardness and regaining her charisma. “I liked it, Minju-ya.”

They continue as they have been, sitting barely closer but not quite touching as they were before. They read a section, allow Minju to sing the line and then critique it, until they have finished most of the song. She looks up from the lyrics on her phone, watching the shapes on the wall, their conjoined shadow moving in the gloom of her bedroom. Her eyes flick up, up and to the side to find Yunah’s eyes, somehow already looking into hers.

“I’ve missed this.” Yunah breathes out. She places her hands behind her, leaning back into their support and craning her head to look up. Her long neck is pulled back, gracefully, like a swan, whilst simultaneously revealing strong tendons and well muscled shoulders. Minju watches this, tracing her eyes over the curve of the other girl's neck, her chin and up to her pretty nose. She can’t see her eyes anymore, which is probably a good thing - she doesn’t want Yunah to catch her staring like this.

“Me too.” Minju breaks the moment of silence, shifting and crossing her legs, turning to face the other girl. Yunah tilts her head back towards Minju, smiling as her eyes flick down to the matching expression on Minju’s lips. “I think I got so caught up in the competition that I forgot we were actually friends.” Minju feels awkward as the confession leaves her lips. As friendly as they should be, she still feels uncomfortable being this vulnerable, but a gentle nod from Yunah quickly soothes that.

“We still are, don’t worry.” Yunah’s face opens like a flower in bloom. Her previous facade of nonchalance or even disdain is broken, revealing affection and warmth towards the younger girl, just briefly. It can’t last long, Minju can see it in the microexpressions of her face, within seconds Yunah’s closed herself off again. She grabs her things and hastily makes her goodbye, only giving Minju a guarded smile before closing her bedroom door.

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Minju sleeps early, she wakes up well rested and relaxed, feeling prepared for her day of practice. After her study session with Yunah the night before, she hopes she can show the rest of her teammates how serious she is about putting in effort and winning this round. She would love for that to be her only thought, success, but there is a corner of her imagination, growing or pulsating, reminding her of Yunah’s reaction to her performance the night before. It baffled her, how could someone she had known so long look so shocked or disgusted at her singing, because surely that’s what she was thinking. And then to lie and say it was good seemed even stranger? Yunah had always been a little odd, but in the past she had reacted well to Minju’s singing, even jokingly confessing her love for her once.

As distracted as she is, she tries to persevere through her practice session. The doubts around her friendship with Yunah hide in the back of her mind, teasing her and disrupting her focus. She wants to be friends with Yunah, she wants Yunah to like her, she decides. And really, there is no obvious reason for why Yunah wouldn’t like her. The two girls haven’t had any serious arguments or reasons to fall out, sparing their half-joking rivalry. Surely Yunah is logical enough not to dislike a long time friend just because of some stupid competition? Even if she was, there must be something else as well, Yunah doesn’t act like this with any of the other girls.

Minju has seen the looks of admiration Yunah receives from the other trainees. Some merely act friendly, whereas others seem a bit too focused on the girl, Minju thinks. She wonders if those girls have feelings for Yunah beyond that of friendship. Not that it would matter to her, of course. Although she can’t deny the slight hint of anger that rises in her at the thought that Yunah could be that close with others whilst being so distant with her. Does she not deserve that friendship too?

Himena seems to notice Minju’s distraction. The younger girl comes to sit beside her, flicking at Minju’s lyric sheet to get her attention as Minju stares absentmindedly ahead.

“Are you feeling okay Minju unnie?” Himena looks up at her, her eyes so wide and full of kindness. Minju finds Himena very sweet. “We can finish early today if you’re feeling unwell?”

“No no, I’m okay.” Minju smiles back at the younger girl, trying desperately to make it reach her eyes. Truthfully, she does feel distracted, but her desire to win overpowers her need to take a break. “I’m sorry, Himena-ya, I’m just a bit tired today.” She hopes this will convince her, but the sympathetic smile on the other girl’s face seems to deny that. Minju stands and extends a hand to Himena, signalling they should rejoin the rest of their group and practice.

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Their afternoon vocal lesson is in larger groups, multiple opposing teams crammed into one room to listen to the others sing. Minju already hates these. For some reason, all of the progress she had previously made seems to evaporate the moment she stands in front of the other girls; her biggest hurdle right now is success in these sessions.

Of course, that would be too much to ask for. As she gets up now to sing, she makes the tiniest hint of eye contact with Yunah, who smirks at her in an almost predatory way. How one second of eye contact can bring back all of her stress is beyond her, but she’s sure Yunah would be weirdly proud if she told her. She does her best, trying to focus on the trainees or the wall behind them or the weird lumpy ceiling panels, but that image of Yunah smirking her most evil smirk just won’t leave her mind.

She glances over to her occasionally and the girl is barely paying attention, either she is just that confident or she really does hate her. Minju cannot be sure, so she tries ever so subtly to look over at the girl again. She doesn’t wanna seem like a creep by constantly staring, but her ever present desire to be liked is forcing her into investigating. She’s still singing; surely by now it's going terribly, but really who cares, this is much more interesting.

Yunah is towards the back of the small crowd of girls sitting cross-legged in front of her. She’s sat next to Jeemin and Wonhee, doing her typical crinkly-eyed smirk as she whispers to the various girls surrounding her. She laughs with Moka in front of her, pokes at Wonhee next to her, and then strokes the knee of Chanelle behind her as she leans back to make a joke. Chanelle smiles back, admiration clear on her face as she laughs like a high school girl trying to gain the attention of a college boy. Minju scoffs internally. She sees nothing wrong with Chanelle really, but surely Yunah can’t be that funny. Finally, she ignores the gaggle of girls around her, and focuses on Yunah herself.

Her posture is always good, elegant even. When she leans around, the line of her back looks smooth and almost feline. It’s clear to see why she gets compared to a cheetah. Her canines stick out a little, glinting when she smiles, despite the unflattering lighting. Actually, somehow she is the only one who doesn’t seem to be suffering from the bad lighting. Minju sighs to herself, she doesn’t want to feel self conscious about her looks as well as being disliked. Yunah looks up now, finally finishing talking to Chanelle (Minju, of course, is glad). The two make eye contact, and Yunah actually smiles this time. Her famous smirk softens a little, showing affection that she’s sure Yunah would deny. A glimmer of hope grows in her heart, maybe they are friends afterall.

But, obviously, Yunah can’t take anything too seriously. Her affection is seemingly fleeting as she replaces it with teasing and flirting. She winks at Minju, twirling a piece of her glossy hair in her fingers as she rakes her eyes up and down Minju’s body. By the time she makes it back up to her eyes, Minju feels a little flustered. She can’t help but feel awkward at the attention she is receiving, and it's only that of course, awkwardness. There is no way she’s enjoying being flirted with by Noh Yunah. She can definitely feel her cheeks getting warm, so she quickly looks away to focus on her singing. She doesn’t want Yunah to get the pleasure of disturbing her.

After getting some fairly awful feedback on her singing, Minju sits back down with the rest of her group and tries not to notice Yunah’s eyes staring into the back of her head. In one final act of confidence, she turns back for a split second, meeting the older girl’s eyes and giving her the filthiest look she can conjure. She tries her hardest to achieve an image of seduction, biting her lip and winking and borderline eye-fucking her, hoping to achieve some semblance of revenge. And it seems to work, Yunah’s eyes go wide and dark and a hot pink flush spreads across her face. She drops her head, itches the back of her neck and then looks back up, reinstating their eye contact. Minju continues her flirting, as Yunah’s face seems to melt, mouth going slack and heavy eyelids lowering slightly. It’s certainly not the expression she expected, but if this is what Yunah looks like when she’s unsettled, she still counts that as a win. She crowns herself the queen of making people uncomfortable before they have to perform, and turns back around triumphantly to watch the next girl who stands to sing.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Thankfully, Minju doesn’t see Yunah for the next couple days. She gets to live mostly in peace, as long as her brain behaves itself and stays concentrated on practicing for their next performance. In a way, she has been counting down until the next time she knows she will see the older girl. If anyone asked, she would of course deny this.

Sadly it seems her countdown is futile, as she actually encounters Yunah much sooner than she had thought. Really, she should’ve assumed they would bump into each other at some point. It’s hard to successfully avoid someone who lives, eats, and spends all day in the same building as you. The time finally comes when Minju takes a break from her dance practice, she steps into the main common area to find the older girl sitting and looking at something on her phone. She looks up, flashing a polite smile before resuming scrolling. Minju feels a sense of pride, clearly her attempt at flustering Yunah the other day had worked. She’s glad to know the awkward feeling goes both ways, although she can’t help but realise how counterproductive it is to her goal of rebuilding their friendship.

Minju sits down beside her, in a desperate attempt to try and remedy the situation.

“How are you?” She asks awkwardly. Yunah looks up at her again, confusion evident on her face as she replies.

“Good, thank you.” She pauses for a second, “How are you, Minju-yah?” Yunah seems to relax a little, posture loosening as she replies. “I was worried you were feeling a bit jealous, that was why you started flirting with me the other day, right? Marking your territory?” Yunah’s typical smirk graces her face as she teases Minju, who can only blush and look away. A twinge of rage twists in her stomach at Yunah’s flippant comments. How can she have this drastic effect on her?

“Of course not, why would I care enough to be jealous?” Minju stutters out a response, too quickly and obviously feigning confidence.

“Is that right, jagi-ya? Are you sure you don’t have a little crush?” Yunah’s smile is predatory, her lips curled like a cat ready to pounce. It fills Minju with rage and something else, a hot weight in the bottom of her stomach. How dare she, ‘jagi-ya’!

“On you? What’s there to like? And don’t call me that, I’m not your jagi-ya!” Minju borderline shouts back. She decides it’s time to leave the room, break or no break. Maybe if she engrosses herself in practicing she can forget the shame and anger she currently feels.

“You could be if you wanted! I’ll give you first dibs!” She hears Yunah call after her as she slams the door, ears practically steaming at this point. How can she be so irritating?

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In the stillness of the night, Minju attempts to sleep. Her room is mostly dark, just a sliver of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains, and yet she has been turning in her sheets for hours now. Thoughts of Yunah disturb her sleep. The girl’s earlier actions lit a fuse inside of her, sparking some repressed rage. How could she think Minju was jealous? Jealous of what? Being pestered less? Minju laughs at the thought. She’s far too busy preparing to win to focus on gaining the attention of Yunah, and why would she care anyway. Sure, Yunah is tall and pretty, but so are plenty of other girls who would annoy Minju far less. She has no need for Yunah.

But it seems, Yunah has found a need for her. The taller girl stands in her doorway, a golden halo of light around her, framing her silhouette. Wearing only a t-shirt and scandalously tiny sleep shorts, her legs look miles long. She flexes her hand slightly, veins popping out as if facing resistance of some sort.

“Yunah?” She enters the room, closing the door behind her. Minju can sense her moving, hear the rustling of her clothing but can’t see her anymore. “Yunah, what is this? Turn the light on, I can’t see you.”

“I’m sorry about earlier.” Minju pauses. Yunah sounds sincere, upset even. She can’t help but feel slight sympathy for her despite the anger still bubbling in her chest.

“It’s okay.” She replies, hesitant to fully absolve Yunah of her sins. “Why are you here? Could this have not waited until tomorrow?”

“I’m sorry, Minju-ya. It was keeping me awake.” Yunah still stands, lurking somewhere in her room, whispering through the darkness to Minju. “I don’t want you to think I like the other girls more than you.”

“What?”

“I mean it, I like you the most, Minju. You’re my favourite. Please forgive me.” Minju huffs a little at this. As much as her ego swells, she still can’t quite get over the shame of Yunah one-upping her.

“Maybe.” She tries not to show too much emotion, needing to think a bit longer before she can forgive the older girl. On one hand, this is what she wanted - Yunah’s friendship. On the other, she’s worried about their weird behaviour the day before. Yunah’s flirting puts her on edge, she would love to not be phased by it but it seems she can’t get over the strange feeling it gives her. “What are you still doing here?” She finally asks, noticing that Yunah is still standing somewhere nearby.

“I need entertainment again, I can’t sleep.” Her voice comes out in a low whisper, barely perceptible.

“Me neither, but I have nothing for you to do. I’ve learnt all my parts.” Minju reasons. “Besides, us staying up and talking at this hour is only going to stop us and others from sleeping.”

Minju doesn’t get it, ever the sensible type. She doesn’t see the need in the way Yunah speaks or holds herself, the doubt in her face as she had opened the door.

“Minju, please,” Yunah’s breath comes heavy, “Not that kind of entertainment.” Minju gasps as she feels a presence beside her, landing on her bed with such force that she bounces a little. Yunah looms over her, close enough now that she can see her eyes glinting amber in what tiny bit of light there is in the room. She feels a hand on her leg, moving slowly, brushing up and down in a comforting gesture. Yunah had obviously sensed the tension in her body. She continues these movements, her hands gradually rising up the younger girl’s leg, inching closer.

“Yunah!” Minju jolts out of her stupor as Yunah’s hand reaches her inner thigh. “Unnie, what are you doing?” Panic evident in her voice. The other girl stills for a second, her hand still there as a whisper of pressure against her thigh.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Yunah teases her, hand continuing up at a snail’s pace. “Do you want me to stop, Minju-yah?” Minju freezes for a second. Despite her anger at the girl, does she want Yunah to stop? As much as she protested before, she can't deny the curiosity inside her to see how far Yunah’s planning on going. The girl’s hand on her leg feels nice in truth, a comforting presence, grounding her against the stress that was keeping her awake earlier. And afterall, Yunah is really very pretty. Minju can’t complain about this sudden attention, she can’t deny it’s something she has thought of herself a few times over their many years of friendship. So she gives in to any inner turmoil and shakes her head, barely perceptible in the darkness of her room.

“I can barely see you, jagi-ya,” Yunah sounds dismayed as she leans over to the lamp beside Minju’s bed, flicking the switch to swathe the darkened room with a soft glow of warm light. “I need to know you want this.” Minju can see her clearly now, her silhouette illuminated revealing pale skin, a faint flush and delicate features. Her dark hair trails over defined shoulders, cascading down one arm and lightly tickling Minju where it falls. Prettiest of all are her eyes, wide with anticipation but deep with want, like a dark abyss Minju could get lost in. The sight takes the breath out of her lungs like a punch to the stomach, seemingly she likes Yunah’s flirting after all.

“Unnie,” Minju’s speech is quiet, her voice cracks as it struggles to leave her lips, “Of course I want this.” She confesses slowly, watching the shift in Yunah’s face, anticipation to satisfaction. It’s almost animalistic, her need seems to take over, controlling the brain of the once restrained girl and turning her into a monster with a desire to be satiated. Minju feels almost fearful. Yunah’s hands move quickly now, one shifts to rest beside her head, propping her up over Minju as the other hand continues its path from earlier. Minju sees the way her defined abs tense as she holds herself, finally a good use for all of the one armed planks Yunah had been practicing recently. Yunah’s hand swipes up the inside of her thighs, pressing gently to move them apart and then crawling down to kneel between them. She leaves just enough room to pull down Minju’s underwear.

Yunah looks up from her position between Minju’s legs, she maintains piercing eye contact as she leans down. Looking up through her eyelashes and never blinking, she licks a long stripe up the other girl’s core. Minju squeals at the contact, grabbing Yunah’s hair to pull her away.

“Do you want me to stop?” The older girl asks, concern evident in her face.

“No, no!” Minju laughs a little, “I didn’t expect it, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, jagi-ya. Just stay quiet for me, okay?” Yunah’s predatory gaze returns with the permission she needs. The nickname lights a fire at Minju’s core. She’s back in her earlier position in a split-second, looking up at Minju with longing eyes as she resumes. She only breaks eye contact to kiss chastely up her inner thighs, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as her eyes fall shut. Yunah kisses with such passion and affection, gently smothering the other girl with her lips as she tickles her way up her legs.

When she reaches her entrance again, she makes eye contact once more, as if asking for permission again. Minju nods breathlessly in response, already sweating and shuddering just from the kisses. Yunah delays no more, licking and sucking and kissing around the younger girl’s cunt. She pays attention to the way Minju clenches handfuls of the bedsheets when she sucks her clit or gently teases her entrance. Minju can only lie there. She alternates between clutching the sheets, Yunah’s hair or her own body, desperately scraping around for something to hold, to steady herself. She whines, high pitched and needy, whenever Yunah does anything, and receives a low chuckle from Yunah each time her noises become particularly loud. Her toes curl under the pleasure, legs thrashing around behind the taller girl.

“Minju-ya, you nearly kicked me! Naughty, although I don’t think I’m into that.” Yunah scolds, voice condescending and teasing. She pulls away to tower over Minju again, watching as the younger girl whines and squirms at the lost contact. “Do you want me to stop? Is it too much for you? I think it is, right?” Minju almost cries, shaking her head frantically. “Not good enough, sadly. Tell me what you want, jagi-ya.”

“Unnie, please don’t stop, I need you.” Whimpering, Minju grabs Yunah, desperately trying to pull her down again. The older girl merely tuts and stays still, even looking away from the aching girl in front of her. “I’ll be good.” Minju promises, eyes squeezed closed to hold back tears.

Yunah grunts, giving in, although she doesn’t return to her earlier activities. Instead, she leans down, ever so slowly (she can’t end the teasing too soon, now when Minju begs so prettily). When they're eye to eye, she looks down, licking her lips and inching towards Minju’s at a snail’s pace. She places a single fleeting kiss to the side of her mouth, teasing her. The younger girl can’t help but whine. It wasn’t what she had asked for, but the promise of any kind of stimulation is worth a bit of effort, so she pulls hard on Yunah’s neck, causing the taller girl to basically collapse onto her. Thankfully their lips connected and Yunah quickly regained her senses, pushing her tongue into the other girl’s mouth. She licks around Minju’s tongue, letting her taste the remnants of her own wetness. Stabilising herself, Yunah frames Minju’s head with her hands, bracing as she returns to a plank position above her with their lips still together. She deepens the kiss, quicker, dirtier and harder to a degree Minju thought was impossible. They resolve their tension through their tongues, clutching at each other and pushing to be the one leading the kiss.

Minju grabs at Yunah’s shirt, her shorts, wondering why the hell she’s still wearing them. She tugs at the neck of her t-shirt, unceremoniously pulling it over her head. Yunah laughs in surprise as they break their kiss.

“Someone’s desperate.” She finishes removing the shirt herself, batting away Minju’s hands in the process. “What, do you like me or something?” Yunah’s glowing. Her eyes light up as she looks down at the younger girl, smiling with more warmth and affection than Minju has ever seen. She’s beautiful.

“You’re beautiful, unnie.” Minju grins up at her, reaching up to press a wet kiss to the centre of her forehead. Yunah looks a bit winded, shocked at the confession and blushing from the kiss. It almost makes Minju feel a little sad, did she not know?

“You know I feel the same. You’re so pretty, Minju-ya.” Her hand trails downwards as she says this, stopping to massage Minju’s tit before continuing to her entrance. She circles around it lightly with one finger, watching the look on Minju’s face for signs of upset. Her finger pushes inside, so slowly, but Minju’s breath hitches nonetheless. Yunah continues, confident in their equal desire for each other. She presses her finger further into her wetness, curling it lightly to try and squeeze the most pleasure out of the girl below her. Minju lets out soft gasps at each movement Yunah makes inside her, whimpering in pleasure when she reaches the bundle of nerves she had been searching for. Yunah increases her pace now, enjoying the pleasure evident on Minju’s face. She adds a second finger, scissoring them lightly to stretch her out a little.

“You’re so tight, are you sure this is okay?” Yunah is so gentle with her, Minju could cry.

“I want it, I promise!” She defends, “I’m just a little tense, no one has ever done this before.” She hides behind her hand a bit as she confesses this, not wanting Yunah to judge her lack of experience. But, of course, the older girl reacts with kindness and promises to make it feel good for her. Yunah continues, slowly building up the speed she moves her fingers, curling the two together inside of her. Minju grows desperate with every flick, whining and clutching at the sheets again. Yunah reaches up to kiss her once more, twisting her fingers as she thoroughly fucks the pretty girl beneath her.

“You’re getting so wet for me, are you nearly ready to come already, jagi-ya?” Yunah leans down, her breath hot and wet in Minju’s ear as she whispers. She feels a weight in her stomach at Yunah’s words, like something bubbling up inside of her. Yunah stays at her neck, licking and biting and kissing it until it flushes a pretty shade of pink for her to coo at. Minju can only squirm underneath her, the combined pleasure from the older girl too much to cope with. It feels as though a string snaps within her, sudden bliss rushes through her veins as Yunah works her through her orgasm, fucking her deep and not slowing down until it ends.

Yunah raises her hand, showing Minju the shiny fluid coating her fingers. She lifts her fingers to her lips, eyes fluttering shut as her tongue reaches out to lap up the fluid. Cheekily, she winks as she pulls the fingers from her mouth, before coming back down to lie next to Minju. Minju thinks the display is quite obscene, and yet it somehow makes her want to go again, try something else, or touch Yunah in the way she was touched. She’s not quite sure what she wants, but she’s certain it needs to involve Yunah.

“Thank you.” Minju finally whispers. She can just about reach Yunah’s ear as she lies beside her. The older girl glances over, observing Minju as she comes down from the pleasure Yunah gave to her. Her eyes are kind.

“You don’t need to thank me, you didn’t ask for this.”

“Maybe not, but I think I secretly wanted it for a while now..”

“I didn’t want it.” Yunah closes her eyes, Minju feels her heart drop. “I needed this, I needed you.” She continues, looking at Minju again and reaching over to play with her hair. Suddenly, all of Minju’s turmoil from earlier is gone. Clearly, this is the simplest solution to their rivalry.