#yoonyul

Yoona does not know what’s been going through her mind lately. 

Is it because she’s exhausted? 

Is it because she’s been having boring dates lately? 

Is it because Yuri’s shirt is hiking up her torso and the dance move where she’s on the floor and feeling herself is making Yoona feel a certain type of way?

Yoona shouldn’t feel that way. 

Yoona is her roommate and best friend. 

Why can’t she take her eyes off of Yuri though?

They were just messing around in the dance studio. It wasn’t anything serious. 

Why is the sway of Yuri’s hips causing Yoona’s heart to race? 

“Wowow! Our Black Pearl is bringing up the heat,” Tiffany hypes her up! 

The other girls on the dance team encourage her as well. Yoona plays along. 

Yuri smiles at the cheers. 

Yoona doesn’t miss when they make eye contact though. 

—

The two are at their apartment. Since they were already accustomed to each other. Yuri has already slipped off her sweatshirt as soon as the door closed. 

Yoona fought hard, trying not to stare at Yuri’s toned abs or back. 

“You want any snacks to eat?” Yoona tries to distract herself. 

“I’m good. I think I’ll go shower first. Are you okay with that?”

Yoona just nods. 

—

It’s not healthy, but it’s quick and easy. Yoona makes some tteokbokki over the stove. 

She was getting hot from the stove and from her sweatshirt, so she decided to take that off too. 

Meanwhile, Yuri was heading out of their room to go to the bathroom. She saw her roommate in the kitchen, only in sweats and sports bra. 

She usually doesn’t care about how she looks, but she’s suddenly thinking about how they made eye contact tonight. 

Yuri tried to shrug it off. 

— 

The night passes and quite obviously both girls are rather… frustrated. 

It doesn’t help that Yoona’s back is towards Yuri and her sleeping shirt shows compliments her curves. 

Yuri doesn’t know why she’s fighting. It’s a weird feeling for her. 

She tries to go to sleep, but just the idea of Yoona being there and her not doing anything about it was bothering her. 

“Hey, Yoona.”

The owner of the name hums. 

Yuri tries to think of something funny. Something to dissipate whatever she was going to say next. Something neutral but also moving forward? “I don’t wanna ruin our friendship or something, but I would tap that ass.”

She turns to her roommate who was now on her stomach and looking at her. Yoona doesn’t have a look of shock or distaste. As a matter of fact, she’s quite contemplative. 

“Ruin it.”

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