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Shibuya crossing was big. Very big. And a very inconvenient place to get lost in.

“You should really learn to do your shoes,” Wonyoung sighed, frantically scanning the ocean of people for their classmates.

“I did do my shoes,” Yujin argued back. She too was trying to see if she could spot just one of their friends in the mass of people around them.

“Okay - my fault; you should learn to tie your shoes! You can’t just shove your shoelaces down in your shoe like that - you’re sixteen, unnie! And now we’ve lost the others because you can’t tie your shoelaces,” Wonyoung sighed yet again. She could not see any of their classmates nor had anyone texted back.

“I think it’s the other way around - I think we’re the ones lost, not them,” Yujin said, not looking Wonyoung in eyes as she instantly realized that she maybe should not have said that out loud.

“You thi- ow woah!” Wonyoung suddenly felt herself be dragged along with the tide of people wishing to cross the street.

“Wonyoung!” Yujin quickly reacted as she noticed how Wonyoung started to move away from her. She reached out and grabbed onto Wonyoung’s wrist pulling Wonyoung into her.

Wonyoung instinctively held onto Yujin’s shirt as their bodies lightly collided.

“Stay close,” Yujin said. Wonyoung nodded.

Yujin let go of Wonyoung’s wrist and intertwined their fingers, earning a surprised look from Wonyoung. Yujin was not good at physical contact with Wonyoung - at least so Wonyoung had noticed. Wonyoung was neither good with physical contact when it came to Yujin; not because she did not like her, more so the exact opposite. Maybe Wonyoung liked Yujin a little too much.

“Just until we find the others,” Yujin said. Wonyoung nodded.

“Of cour-,” Wonyoung did not manage to finish as she felt her phone vibrate. She fished her phone out of her back pocket with her free hand.

“It’s Dohyon: ‘We are at SHIBUYA109, ps. Help, Jihan and May forced me to help them shop for whatever it is they’re looking for’ with a crying emoji,” Wonyoung read aloud.

“Great, let’s go and help the boy then,” Yujin said.

“Yes, let’s do so,” Wonyoung nodded looking at Yujin.

Yujin was not looking at Wonyoung, she had her attention on the SHIBUYA109 building. Wonyoung felt Yujin gently tighten the hold on her hand as they began to move. Wonyoung was not sure whether it was to soothe Wonyoung or for Yujin to soothe herself - not that it really mattered.

As they made it out of the people-all-up-in-your-personal-space crowd of people and they were right in front of SHIBUYA109, Wonyoung was expecting Yujin to let go of her hand. However, much to Wonyoung’s surprise Yujin kept her pleasantly tight grip onto Wonyoung’s hand.

The last bottle of wine might have been too much - at least so Tzuyu thinks or try to think. Her mind is not functioning to its maximum potential. It is trying however. 

A weighty bass is pounding harshly onto Tzuyu’s chest and Nayeon’s ass is grinding into Tzuyu’s lap in the same rhythm. 

Nayeon is only in her undergarment at this point. Tzuyu swallows the saliva which has build up in her mouth. Nayeon smells of danger, temptation and framboise. Nayeon smells good - simply good. 

Nayeon reaches behind her, grabbing Tzuyu’s right hand, guiding it to undo her bra-hook. Tzuyu is unsure whether it is her hand shaking or her vision - she decides on both. 

“Go ahead,” Nayeon says just barely loud enough for Tzuyu to hear it. 

Tzuyu complies to Nayeon’s words and Nayeon’s bra falls. Tzuyu feels her head spin as she is looking at Nayeon’s naked back. So bare. So soft.

where in minju and yuri desperately try to mind their own business as their girlfriends (chaewon and yena) little by little blow up school.