#sub mina

you can see mina laughing again. it’s not her polite laugh — it’s one where she uses her whole body to laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkling at the corners. she lets jeongyeon push her lightly, the two of them laughing and shoving each other on stage.

then, in just the blink of an eye, nayeon appears. the bubbly girl wraps her arm around mina’s, pointing to a sign a fan must be holding. nayeon grabs her face and leans in close for a kiss, one that mina doesn’t shy away from. you can already hear the crowds getting louder.

you ignore the throbbing in your chest. it’s just encore, you tell yourself. the girls are good at their jobs, of course — giving every bit of attention and fanservice that they can in the last few minutes of a concert.

you clench your jaw when nayeon doesn’t let go. she hugs mina from the back, her hands dangling dangerously close to her lower abdomen area. her head is rested on mina’s shoulders, her lips drawn in a wide smile. mina has a dreamy grin on her face as she looks out to the crowd, seeming oblivious to the fact that you’re watching all of it.

it shouldn’t matter. it’s just encore.

you repeat it again, firmer this time, like saying it louder will make it stick. but why the hell does it feel so personal? 

you wish you could just look away, laugh it off, and enjoy the last few minutes like everyone else backstage is. but you just can’t, because you remember the way you asked mina, soft and pleading. you’d said it quietly, trying it make it so that you weren’t asking for too much.

“just… not too much, okay?”

mina had smiled reassuringly, her eyes soft. “okay.” 

your laugh feels hollow now. not too much, your foot. 

on stage, you can see nayeon squeezing the japanese girl even tighter. mina’s hand comes behind the older girl, keeping her in place. 

something in your chest snaps. you curse under your breath, your jealousy spreading across your chest like poison. it’s not about the touching, or even about the kiss. it’s the fact that she’s not even trying. 

she doesn’t even bother to pull away after a few seconds or set boundaries, just like she’s promised to. it’s as if the conversation didn’t even happen for her.

your pulse pounds, hot and uneven. your arms cross tightly over your chest, nails digging into your sleeves as you force yourself to keep watching — like you’re punishing yourself, proving a point for a reason you can’t name. 

the ending segment starts to play, the sound booming through your body. you stand there, staring at the monitor, rooted in place. you don’t know why you expected anything different, or why all of it hurts more than usual. 

—

“great show, guys!” the staff next to you says when the girls come backstage. your face is blank, void of your usual grin after a show. 

mina comes up to you, her expression oblivious and blissful.

“what did you think?” she says enthusiastically. her grin is so wide it hurts, though it starts to falter when she notices you’re not reacting in any sort of way.

without another word, you grab her wrist and drag her into an empty dressing room.

you slam the door behind you, making the japanese jump a little.

“you fucking promised.” there’s hard anger in your voice, as if you’ve bottled your jealousy for it to explode at this moment. it infuriates you how mina’s eyes stay wide open, radiating innocence.

“i—”

you don’t let her say another word; you crash your lips onto hers, pressing her body against the wooden door. she yelps, a sound of surprise, before kissing you back. you aggressively attack her mouth, making her open up to you.

when you break apart, her cheeks are flushed, her chest rising up and down rapidly. 

“i bet you did it on purpose, huh.” your voice is low as you flip her to face the wall. your hands find the zipper and pull it down, exposing her bare skin to you. 

“did you have fun, baby? letting every single member touch you like that?” 

she whimpers when you pull her skirt down — it could barely count as a skirt anyway, the thing was so short that it barely covered anything. 

“look at you, baby — you’re dripping.”

mina’s folds are sticky with her arousal. you glide your fingers along her slit, smirking a little when she arches her back into you. she whimpers again into the wall, the sound needy and broken.

“is this for me or for your members, hmm?”

you slowly pump into her. her position of facing the wall allows you to fuck her more deeply, your fingers reaching her g-spot with ease.

you can tell mina’s holding back her moans — she’s biting her lower lip so hard that it looks like she might draw blood. you bring your free hand up to her mouth.

“don’t you dare,” you warn, running your thumb against her lip.

your other hand continues you thrust inside her — she’s so wet that a squelching noise echoes through the small space with each pump. now that she’s not actively trying to stay quiet, moans spill freely from her lips, the sound obscene and erotic. 

“that’s it baby, let them hear who’s making you feel this good.” 

the whimpers escaping mina’s lips hit straight to your core — though she doesn’t talk much, she was always noisy when getting fucked, her sounds needy and desperate.

“mmmh f-fuck,” she gasps. you wrap your arms around her abdomen to hold her up — you can tell she’s not going to last long by the way her legs are giving up on her.

“good girl, baby, just like that. you like this, don’t you?”

mina’s walls squeezes your finger as she comes, a broken cry coming from her lips. the sound is so loud that you’re sure the others can hear it.

“sorry — i’m sorry,” mina pants as her body turns limp. her thighs are quivering from the aftermath of her climax. you can feel her core pulsing against your sticky fingers and how the air smells of her juices and something musky yet sweet.

“don’t worry, baby. i’ll make you prove it to me.”