Δ :*
( EMOTICON MEME: ACCEPTING! )
they’re in her bed with her pastel pink sheets entangled around them, everything bathed in the warm, yellow luminescence of her bedside lamp and their shadows large and looming on her dorm room wall. bitna is sitting with her knees to her chest, sheets pulled up to hide her torso and her long waves of hair covering her bare back. she’s trying to craft poor shadow mimicries of animals on the wall with her fingers ( “does that look like a duck to you, minjae?” ) and minjae is watching her, elbow propped up on her pillow, silent and pensive as always.
she’s in the middle of attempting a very complicated shadow bear when bitna feels the brush of minjae’s fingertips on her back. she shivers from the contact and shifts her body over to give him a quizzical smile from over her shoulder; he responds by taking the ends of her hair and brushing it aside. “wanna learn how to braid it?” she says after a prolonged period of silence; minjae shrugs in response, pushing himself upward and positioning himself behind her.
for a long time, it is just bitna’s voice softly uttering directives and minjae’s hands not quite following her orders; all his fingers seem to be doing is making their way through her hair and leaving ghostly imprints on her back. bitna tries hard to ignore the way her heart beats faster every time minjae’s hands ‘accidentally’ land on the sensitive parts of her neck, or how good it feels when he tugs softly on her hair to play with it – tries to uphold ignorance on how affected she is by his ministrations by laughing at his lack of skills ( “you’re honestly the worst, minjae!” ) or babbling nonsensically. eventually, though, bitna falls silent, chest rising and falling quicker than normal and her cheeks flushed with feeling.
and then minjae, the asshole, rakes his fingers through her hair and it just feels so satisfying bitna can’t help but sigh in pleasure. “hey, stupid,” she says, throwing him a glance over her shoulder. “i know what you’re trying to do.” and then, in a flash, bitna has her arms wrapped around minjae’s neck and her body pressed against his own. “it worked.”
