Let me take care of you (RuMira)
Rumi x Mira
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 2.1k
Summary:
Mira accidentally kissed her best friend and she panicked.
Tags: Friends to Lovers/ Bottom Mira/ Soft Top Rumi
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“Well, when it comes to the moves,” Zoey said excitedly, her ice cream half melted.
“Nobody knows better than Mira.”
It should’ve been a short, casual conversation about what they wanted to do after they came back to Seoul. The Golden tour ended perfectly, and it was their last night in Tokyo. After finishing her ramen, Zoey started to share her seventy five reels about jellyfishes, and it was also when she joked about how she once danced like one.
Zoey led it and continued to talk about their dance training and moves. Mira was already zoning out a bit when it was still about jellyfishes, her physical tiredness almost took over her. Besides, it was hard to concentrate when Rumi wore her T-shirt from last night and softly smiled like an angel.
That’s why when her name was suddenly mentioned, Mira startled slightly.
“Moves?” Mira was too exhausted to put it together, and the first thought slipped before she could catch it, “I always think it’s important to make her feel good.”
The silence that followed was just long enough for the words to register.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“O…kay. Good to know that, Mira.”Rumi said quickly, trying to help her end this conversation before it got too awkward.
“Maybe it’s time to go back to sleep, right? What a long tour.”
“Wait,” Zoey cut in before Mira could say a word, “Her? No—fucking—way. Mira, are you finally coming out to me?”
“No—wait. What do you mean ‘finally’?”
“I mean... it’s kinda obvious,” Zoey shrugged. “The way you sit. Your outfits. Also, you’ve been in the top five most-discussed people in the LGBT forums for, like, years.”
“Zoey, how do you even know what LGBT is?” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And what’s wrong with my outfits?”
Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know the answers.
“Uh, hello?” Zoey flashed a smug grin. “I know everything.”
“Okay, way too much information for tonight,” Rumi said quickly, blinking like she was trying to reset her brain. She faked a yawn and added, “I think we’ll get back to this conversation when… I don’t know, maybe when we’re back on a comfy couch, our couch.”
She glanced at Mira, her voice softening. “Or when Mira’s ready.”
/
First of all, Mira hadn’t expected Zoey to actually go along with the suggestion, but maybe she’d underestimated their leader’s influence on…nearly everything.
And second, Mira sighed.
“What are we even doing here, Rumi?”
They’d been in Tokyo for five nights, and the room attendants would be amazed at how the famous leader of Huntrix could keep her room so tidy, almost like it had never been used. Well, if they guessed it right, they might also find that there were extra toothbrushes in their dancer’s room.
And it was happening—Mira was pinned on the wall of her hotel room, her shirt was tugged up above her chest, breath caught somewhere between what are we doing and don’t stop.
“You were talking about the moves, weren’t you?”
Rumi’s voice was low—husky. Damn. And she grinned, almost too innocently, when she looked up and caught Mira’s panicked eyes.
“I was exhausted,” Mira explained quickly. “I couldn’t think—”
“Straight?”
Mira rolled her eyes at the tease.
She hated how much she loved it.
Rumi always looked insanely hot when she flirted—her eyes would darken, soften, and turn dangerously sexy whenever they locked on Mira’s lips.
Mira could feel her own desire building rapidly deep in her core. This was not good. She was still tired as hell, and if they started anything now, she wasn’t sure she’d have the strength to finish the last part for Rumi.
She wasn’t ready to be a pillow princess.
“By the way,” Rumi murmured, her breath lingering against Mira’s lips, “your outfits? Truly lesbian muse material, I’d say.”
She smiled, eyes wicked. “and yes. I read the forums, too.”
“You’re…” Unbelievable. Maybe that was what Mira was trying to say. Lovable. Oh, not this one. It would be too far, too much for them.
They were friends after all. Like friends who fucked senselessly sometimes. Like friends who didn’t kiss, but could remember the color of your bra. Yeah. They were so, so fucked up.
Rumi didn’t cross the line. Still, she left kisses on Mira’s neck instead.
“Wait.” Mira breathed, trying to stay on the track even with Rumi’s fingers already roaming between her thighs.
“What’s wrong?”
Rumi stopped, she looked even cuter when she was confused.
“Not today.” Mira needed all her strength to hold back her damn craving to be touched. She nervously traced her friend’s patterned arm all the way down to her fingers until they were intertwined.
“I need some rest.”
They’d been busy fucking at night for four days straight, then waking up early to prep for concerts. So yeah, Mira needed to actually rest, to stop completing everything like a mission.
She just wanted to lie down with Rumi and talk about random things.
Rumi smiled quietly, nodded, and stepped back a little bit. What’s now? Mira felt her own insecurity surging suddenly. Maybe she shouldn’t have said that, maybe Rumi was disappointed in her now. Could she stay flawlessly calm when Rumi said she needed to go back to her room then?
“I’m sorry,” Rumi started talking again, “I was a little carried away…when you said the move things to Zoey.”
Mira silently gasped. She could never stay calm with Rumi alone, there were too many emotions already. Normally she could slay it when it came to fight with demons, steal the spotlight, or charm men and women at ease. She was good at lots of things.
But when she was with Rumi, she only felt like a total mess.
“No, don’t be sorry.” Mira sighed, her voice shaking as she confessed, “I want it, Rumi. I’m just… fuck, I can’t find the right word.”
“You want it,” Rumi repeated, almost like she was asking herself. Her brown eyes locked on Mira’s.
“Then what’s the problem? I’ll take care of you. You know you can always talk to me.”
No. Mira swallowed and forced a smile, trying to mask the chaos inside. Not when I feel this overwhelmed. You shouldn’t know. We’re not supposed to. We’re just friends.
“Nothing,” she lied. “Maybe you should get some rest too… we’re on camera in the morning.”
Rumi frowned. Something hung between them, unspoken but heavy.
“Alright,” she said at last, her voice softer now. She didn’t move for a second, then finally nodded and stepped away.
When the door to her hotel room clicked shut, Mira could finally let her guard down. She exhaled slowly, trying hard not to dwell on the hurt look lingering on Rumi’s face before she left.
It’d be better this way, she told herself. She didn’t want to let Rumi down…and she couldn’t risk losing her as a friend, too.
/
Mira passed out quickly once she hit the bed. She was exhausted—mentally and physically—from working too hard, like they always did.
She didn’t know how much time had passed, but some noise was pulling her back from a rare, deep sleep.
Mira opened her eyes.
Rumi was leaning over her, reaching clumsily for something above her head, startled by the sudden eye contact.
“Sorry. Ugh, my charger’s still here, and I knocked…I know it looks—”
Rumi looked so panicked. But before she could finish, Mira gave her a sleepy smile and tugged at Rumi’s collar to bring their lips together.
It didn’t take her long before Mira realized what she did.
Damn it.
Mira sat up immediately, pulling herself away from the kiss. Even under the dim night light, she could see how red Rumi’s face had turned. Oh no. Her own cheeks were burning, too.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Rumi. I didn’t mean to—”
Ruin everything between us?
Kiss you like that?
Let you see how much I’ve fallen for you?
Mira wanted to run away so bad, she was so ashamed of what just happened. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not in real life, not outside her dreams.
“Were you… dreaming of someone?” Rumi didn’t sound upset, she asked quietly.
“What? No. I woke up and saw you, and I couldn’t help it…”
Rumi hummed at her response. Before she could even process the question, Rumi’s fingers were already at the back of her neck, they were gentle yet steady when pulling her into another kiss.
It felt incredible this time. So soft, so intimate…so real. She tasted calm after chaos, like a safe place Mira never knew she needed. The heat and sweetness of her tongue drove Mira crazy in that moment.
“...I thought you’d never want to kiss me,” Rumi breathed, uncertainly, like she was afraid of the answer, murmuring as Mira tried to catch her breath.
“That’s not true.” Mira could hear her heart beating insanely fast, “I was just—I didn’t want to break the boundaries.”
“What boundaries?”
“You and me. As friends… I can’t lose you.”
Rumi blinked, hesitation flickering in her eyes, her expression too unreadable to place. For a moment, Mira thought she’d really messed up until Rumi’s lips found hers again, with a tenderness that almost felt like relief.
“Maybe I want more,” Rumi whispered, her voice brushing against Mira’s parted lips. “...not just friendship. Not with you.”
I want to be yours, too.
Mira found the answer mirrored in Rumi’s eyes. Her heart settled, it felt like her body was floating. She wanted more than she ever had before. She was always the one in control when they slept together. But now, with Rumi looking at her like that, she could finally let go.
“I want you.” Mira confessed, guiding Rumi’s hand beneath the sheet, where her desire burned. “Please, my love.”
Rumi grinned, trailing kisses down to Mira’s belly.
Mira’s breath hitched. She could feel the gentleness in every touch as Rumi slid her soaked panties down and began to taste her slowly and tenderly, just as she had promised.
There was no urgency, no restraint. Only care.
“Yes, right there,” Mira moaned shakily, her fingers curling into the pillow until her knuckles turned white. “I need… more.”
“You’re beautiful, Mira,” Rumi murmured, easing one finger inside, watching her reaction closely before going any further. “Tell me if you want me to slow down, alright?”
The tenderness in her voice pushed Mira closer to the edge. She was used to being the one guiding things when they were in bed—but something about Rumi taking the lead, with such care and confidence, made her ache deeper. She could feel herself growing impossibly wetter beneath her.
She clutched the pillow tighter, trying to steady her breath, but her body was no longer under her command.
There was something deep and possessive in the way Rumi touched her—like she was learning her by heart. Mira’s hips bucked instinctively, chasing more of that heat, that ache only Rumi could soothe.
“Rumi…” Her name left Mira’s lips like a prayer, breathless and trembling.
“I’ve got you,” Rumi whispered, her lips brushing Mira’s thigh, voice husky with want. “My queen, let go.”
Mira’s eyes fluttered shut, not in retreat but surrender. For once, she didn’t have to hold back, didn’t have to pretend she wasn’t afraid of wanting too much. She could just feel.
She didn’t last long after Rumi added another finger in. When Mira came undone, she was a little embarrassed of how quick it ended.
“Oh, I didn’t expect to be this quick.” Rumi teased gently, but she didn’t pull out until Mira’s body had stopped trembling. Honestly, sex between them had always felt a little like a task. There was passion, sure, but it used to feel more like... like their song How It’s Done.
“Neither did I.” Mira groaned, trying to cover her face with the sheet but Rumi didn’t let her.
“It’s hot.” Rumi admitted. Then, with a playful smirk, she added, “Be careful, I might get a little too into this.”
“...Maybe when we’re back home.”
“I think it’d be even hotter to fuck you on our couch.” Rumi lay down beside her, pressing a kiss to Mira’s palm.
“Does Zoey look blind to you?”
/
“Love birds, did you guys sleep well?”
The next morning, when they were caught checking out from Mira’s room, Zoey spoke up. Rumi started to explain, but their youngest member just rolled her eyes.
“Do I look blind to you guys?” she said with a smirk.
“I always knew what was going on between you two.”
Mira and Rumi exchanged shocked glances, utterly speechless. They hadn’t even been dating before last night—how could Zoey possibly know?
“I know everything,” Zoey said, smiling widely, like she’d been waiting for this moment forever.
“Anyway, I’m really happy for you guys—my two best friends are finally dating! Oh, I need to write a song about it. No, scratch that, I’ll start with an interview. Tell me EVERYTHING…”
