Minju sticking to Yn for 5 mins straight [67k views]
— Clip 1 ✰
“Minju unnie, can you not…”
You muttered, shifting uncomfortably as her arms tightened around your waist from behind. She’d been like this since dance practice started. Ten minutes ago.
“But you’re so soft,” she said, resting her chin on your shoulder with a dreamy sigh. “Like one of those bakery plushies.”
“Your sweat is literally on my back right now.”
“Consider it a gift.”
You were about to scream for help when Yunah walked in. Minju immediately let go and casually started stretching like she hadn’t just been glued to you.
You: “…She’s gonna think I hallucinated again.”
Minju: grinning “Then you better keep quiet, bakery bun.”
— Clip 2 ✰
You opened the fridge, searching for your emergency yogurt.
Minju appeared beside you. No pressed beside you. Arm brushing yours. Shoulder touching. Face like 2cm from yours.
“…Are you okay?” you asked, not looking up.
“Just trying to feel your aura today.”
“I will slam this fridge door.”
“Try it,” she whispered. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
You blinked slowly, closed the fridge, and left. Minju followed.
— Clip 3 ✰
The members were filming content when Moka called you over.
Before you could take a step, Minju had already looped her arm through yours.
“I’ll come too,” she said sweetly.
“You don’t need to—”
“But I want to.”
She leaned in and added quietly, “Also you said you’d share your gummies and I saw you hiding them in your sleeve.”
You gasped. “You snitch”
Minju: “Guilty as charged ”
— Clip 4 ✰
You were lying face-down on the dorm couch after practice. Pure silence. Peace.
Then… weight. On your back.
“Minju unnie,” you grunted, “get off me.”
“No.” “You’re literally crushing my soul.”
“I’m recharging. You’re my wireless maknae charger.”
Yunah passed by, didn’t even look. “Not this again.”
“I can’t feel my ribs,” you muttered.
“I love you too,” she whispered.
— Clip 5 ✰
You were half-asleep in the van, head leaning against the window, when Minju dragged your head onto her shoulder.
You groggily mumbled, “I was comfy…”
“I’m comfier.”
You blinked up at her. She blinked down at you.
Minju: “You can breathe slower. Your heartbeat’s making me blush.”
You: “Unnie please get a grip.”
Minju: smiling like she’s living her romcom dream
Moka (from the back): “I’m gonna jump out of this moving van.”
Can i pls request a minju x 6th mem reader where minju is busy playing LOL but reader is needy for attention so reader crawls onto minju's lap mid game in which they start to make out (and fuck). Thanks!
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Summary: Minju's confident she's the only one awake during this late night after practice. What she doesn't know is that (Y/N), her fellow member, wakes up needy for a late night snack by the name of Park Minju.
Notes: You asked for smut? :D I'm rusty with writing smut tho... so sorry if this is bad. 😭 Had to finish this abruptly since I couldn't think of anything else... Thanks for the request!! 💖
Tags: Smut, fluff, make-out session, bottom!Minju, clit play... my poor attempt at dirty talk.
*Face claim is NOT Chiquita from Baemon in this one. It's actually Jiwoo from Hearts2Hearts since Chiquita is still a minor...
Word Count: 2.8k
The house was quiet, in the way that only late nights could be this quiet. Everyone was exhausted from today’s practice for their next comeback, as well as being shoved cameras in their faces all the time. Needless to say, everyone had fallen asleep as soon as their heads hit their beds.
Everyone, except one: Park Minju.
In her room, Park Minju sat cross-legged in her chair, illuminated by the bright glow of her computer monitor, which displayed her latest splurge: a game. It was an open-world building game, one with cozy add-ons and cute graphics. It was just her style.
On the screen, bright colors flickered in swift motion. She’d been playing for hours now, not realizing how late it was, and how cranky she’d be next morning if she didn’t sleep now. But she didn’t care, she could always down an energy drink and call it a day. Speaking of which, she had one right next to her.
Click. Click. Click.
Minju leaned forward, too focused on placing wooden planks to notice anything else going on around her. The light painted soft blues and pinks across her face, turning her dark eyes glassy and distant. Every now and then, she smiled faintly at something stupid the in-game NPCs did, though no one was there to see it.
Or so she thought.
Outside her room, the house shifted slightly.
The couch in the living room creaked quietly as (Y/N) stirred awake.
For a few seconds she just stayed there, caught between sleep and consciousness, staring blankly at the ceiling of the darkened room. Her neck hurt from sleeping in a weird position against the armrest, and she noticed how cold it was, as one of her blankets had slipped away and fallen on the floor.
It was clear that practice had exhausted her. It was the kind of exhaustion that no matter how much you slept, it wouldn’t go away. She rubbed at her eyes slowly, still disoriented. She began walking to her room, tumbling slightly around her footing, but she then noticed the thin strip of light that came from under the door of Minju’s room.
She was still awake.
(Y/N) stood there for a moment, listening in. Through the quiet of the house came the faint sound of clicking mouse and keyboard buttons. She smiled slightly before she even knew she was doing it.
Slowly, she turned to face the door to Minju’s room. Her bare feet brushing against the cold wooden floor as she moved made a slight shiver run down her spine.
When she reached for the half-open door, she paused quietly against the frame. Minju didn’t notice her there.
She was still completely absorbed in the game, illuminated by the shifting colors of the screen, hair messy, lips parted slightly in concentration. (Y/N) thought there was something strangely beautiful about seeing her like this, unaware, existing in her own little universe at two in the morning.
For a moment, (Y/N) simply watched Minju, and in the soft haze of exhaustion and midnight light, something inside her stirred, something mischievous.
(Y/N)’s hand rested against the doorframe, as Minju still hadn’t noticed her. The room smelled faintly of strawberry soda and fabric softener, and something about it made (Y/N)’s chest tighten.
Maybe it was the hour, or the exhaustion from practice still fogging her mind, or maybe it was just Minju herself, sitting there in an oversized shirt that slipped off her shoulder, completely unaware of how pretty she looked under the dim lights.
(Y/N) pushed the door open a little further, the hinge giving a soft creak.
Minju got startled, turning around in her chair before immediately relaxing, removing her headphones. “You’re awake?” she asked softly, her voice hoarse from hours of not using it.
(Y/N) hummed sleepily in response, “Could ask you the same thing.”
Minju smiled. The sound of the rain outside filled the silence between them.
(Y/N) stepped into the room, stopping behind Minju’s chair. From here, you could see the reflection of the game in Minju’s eyes, the faint shine on her lips, and the strands of her dark hair falling against her neck.
Minju didn’t look at her, but she could tell (Y/N) was still there.
The room suddenly felt smaller, warmer. At least, that’s how (Y/N) felt it.
(Y/N)’s fingers brushed against the back of Minju’s chair, then slowly, they crept onto her shoulder. It was an innocent gesture, but Minju’s breath caught anyway. It was barely noticeable, but (Y/N) noticed anyway. In fact, she noticed everything when it came to Minju.
That’s when (Y/N), feeling bold, maybe due to the sleep, pulled Minju’s chair back slightly, and sat down on Minju’s soft lap, her weight tentatively resting against Minju’s legs. She put her hands around Minju’s head, in a position that could be easily misinterpreted if any of the members were to wake up and walk into the room and see them like this.
Minju, surprised, said: “(Y/N)...?”
She only answered by putting a hand against Minju’s cheek, as if trying her best to caress her.
The way Minju slowly leaned back into the touch, her shoulders loosening underneath (Y/N)’s hand, gaze flickered downward for the briefest second toward (Y/N)’s lips before returning to her eyes.
“You’ve been ignoring me, Minju Unnie…” (Y/N) murmured, clearly teasing Minju, her thumb brushing slightly against Minju’s lips, who parted them slightly. She could now see every detail in Minju’s face, like the faint blush that was climbing up her neck.
The room felt overheated despite the cold weather outside.
(Y/N)’s hand slid from Minju’s shoulder down her arm slowly, fingertips grazing warm skin beneath the oversized sleeve of her shirt. Minju shivered almost immediately, her lips parting with a tiny inhale she probably hadn’t meant to let out.
That sound alone nearly unraveled something in (Y/N). “You’re sensitive tonight,” she murmured softly.
Minju looked up at her through lowered lashes, trying, and failing miserably, to hide the pout tugging at the corner of her mouth. “You’re teasing me.”
“Maybe a little.” (Y/N) said, her fingertips drifting to Minju’s jaw. (Y/N) tilted Minju’s chin upward slightly, just enough to force their eyes to meet fully. Minju’s breath caught again, visibly this time, her hands tightening against the armrests before one slowly lifted, hesitant at first, to rest against (Y/N)’s waist.
That made (Y/N) feel far more confident than before, so she leaned in and kissed Minju; it started soft and sleepy, slow enough to feel every second of it.
(Y/N)’s lips brushed against Minju’s once, tentatively, because the moment Minju kissed her back all restraint melted instantly into heat. Minju’s hand gripped lightly at her waist as if grounding herself, and (Y/N) felt her entire body react to the closeness, heat pooling in her abdomen.
The monitor light flickered across their faces as they kissed again. Longer and deeper this time, not rushed, but rather hungry for more.
Minju made the softest sound against her lips, barely audible, and (Y/N) felt it all the way down her spine. When they finally pulled apart, neither of them moved far. Their foreheads rested together instead, their breathing uneven and their eyes half-lidded.
“...♡” The expression on (Y/N)’s face was that of mischief, like she had been planning this for a while. She didn’t try to hide it: she enjoyed toying with Minju.
“...?” Minju didn’t know how to process what had just happened, all she knew is that (Y/N) was smiling at her. She was still dazed from the kiss, her lips tingled, and her thoughts were tangled.
“You look cute when you’re confused.” (Y/N) murmured against Minju’s ear.
Minju felt heat rush to her face. “You’re… you’re evil.” She managed to stutter out, trying her best to avoid (Y/N)’s gaze, but as she tried to do so, (Y/N) pressed a kiss to the corner of Minju’s mouth, which made Minju’s gaze follow (Y/N) after she had pulled away.
Minju’s gaze slowly rose to (Y/N)’s lips, the same lips that had been on her a few seconds ago… The thought made her stomach do a nervous flip, but she swallowed all her nervousness, making her throat feel dry all of a sudden.
She was about to say something, when the feeling of (Y/N)’s lips on her neck made her mind go fully blank. The girl on top of her bit and nipped at the zone, making Minju hold onto (Y/N)’s waist forcefully, which enticed (Y/N) to go even further.
(Y/N) started licking and biting, sucking at Minju’s erogenous area on her neck, which in turn, made Minju let out small sounds of pleasure, which she tried to hide with her hand, biting down into her fist. At one point when (Y/N) bit a certain zone she let out a loud moan, making blush creep onto her face.
Minju felt guilty. Truly, these feelings were not entirely foreign to her, as she too sometimes would engage in pleasuring herself, but this somehow felt different in some way, as it was now (Y/N) who was inciting these sounds out of her with her mouth. She would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t like it, but her guilt was outweighing her desire.
“St-Stop…!” She breathed out heavily, trying to push (Y/N) away from her.
(Y/N) did, tilted her face to the side slightly, and asked: “Do you really want me to?” her eyes scanned Minju’s face, searching for the minimal trace of something, something that confirmed that she wanted this, that she wanted her.
“I…” Minju thought for a moment, looking away from (Y/N)’s face to avoid confronting it, so instead, she decided to excuse it. “What if the others hear us?” It was mostly an excuse, yes, but she also worried that her members would listen to her producing those lascivious sounds.
(Y/N) smirked, getting closer to Minju’s ear and whispering: “Let them hear us.” As she pressed a kiss to her earlobe, she started creeping her hand up to Minju’s chest, where she began fondling her breasts on top of her clothes. Sensing Minju’s resistance to actually touch her, she guided her hands towards her lower back, closer to her ass. “You can touch me all you want.” She murmured.
Minju’s face lit up in a bright red color, her breath hitching at (Y/N)’s bold statement, her heart hammering against her ribs violently. She thought she should object again, but looking up into (Y/N)’s half-lidded eyes made the whole world melt away.
“You talk a lot when you’re nervous.” (Y/N) murmured, her smirk softening into something far more tender.
Before Minju could respond, (Y/N)’s lips captured hers again.
This time, the sleepiness from before was completely gone, left behind was a deep, magnetic pull. (Y/N)’s lips moved against hers with intent and the intoxicating blend of patience and desire. When Minju parted her lips, (Y/N) introduced her tongue inside her mouth, making the older woman release a muffled complaint against her mouth. That sound told (Y/N) that Minju was finally surrendering to the pleasure.
Minju’s fingers tightened against (Y/N)’s ass, which prompted her to start grinding against Minju’s thighs. (Y/N) slid her fingers against the messy strands of Minju’s dark hair, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss.
When (Y/N) broke the kiss for a fraction of a second to catch her breath, her lips trailed slightly to the corner of Minju's mouth, nipping gently at the sensitive skin before sliding back down to her jawline. “Still want me to stop?” She whispered against her skin, her voice low and raspy, the vibrations of which made Minju shiver.
When they finally broke apart for air, their foreheads rested together, their breath hot and uneven in the dim, flickering light of the computer monitor. (Y/N)’s lips were flushed and shiny, a slow, breathless smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she looked down at Minju’s dazed, heavy-lidded expression.
Without waiting for an answer, (Y/N) stood up, but she didn’t let go. Taking Minju by the wrist of her left hand, she gently but firmly guided her up from the chair. Minju stumbled slightly, her legs heavy and uncooperative from the sheer weight of the tension pooling in her abdomen, but she followed without a single word.
The moment Minju's back hit the mattress of her bed, (Y/N) crawled on top of her, pinning her down beneath her weight. This time, the restraint was entirely gone. (Y/N) brought her mouth back down to Minju’s with a hungry, demanding pressure that made Minju's mind go completely blank again.
Minju arched her back slightly into the mattress, her hands immediately finding their way back to (Y/N)’s ass, sliding up to grip her hips to anchor herself against the overwhelming wave of heat. Every breath and every sigh combined, as they became one on the bed.
Minju’s hands gripped (Y/N)’s hips tightly, and sensing the surrender in Minju's touch, (Y/N) pulled back just a bit, her lips trailing a path of hot, heavy breaths across Minju’s flushed cheek before burying her face in the crook of her neck. Minju's breath hitched, her throat arching back instinctively to give (Y/N) more room.
(Y/N) didn't hesitate. She pressed a warm, open-mouthed kiss right against the sensitive skin just below Minju’s jawline, immediately following it with a sharp, deliberate nip. Minju let out a muffled gasp, her fingers digging forcefully into (Y/N)’s lower back as a violent shiver went through her entire frame. The feeling of (Y/N)’s teeth dragging lightly against her skin sent a sharp spike of heat straight to her core.
"Ah... (Y/N)..." Minju breathed out, her voice entirely broken and raspy. Tears brimmed her eyes, as she laid herself open for (Y/N) to continue exploring her body.
Instead of slowing down, the breathy sound of her name only made (Y/N) want to go further. She began to alternate between soothing licks and sharp bites, purposefully targeting the erogenous zone she knew Minju couldn't resist.
She sucked gently at the soft skin, intent on leaving a dark mark that would remind Minju of this night long after they finished. Minju turned her face into the pillow, biting down hard on her own lip to stifle the desperate, breathless sounds trying to escape her throat.
While she pinned Minju to the sheets, (Y/N)’s hands began to move with a restless, hungry energy of their own. Her palm slid up from Minju’s waist, dragging the oversized fabric of the shirt along with it.
(Y/N) let her hand smooth over Minju’s ribs before climbing higher, her fingers flat against Minju’s chest. Gently but firmly, (Y/N) began to fondle and squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric of her undergarments, her thumb deliberately brushing against Minju's nipples.
A loud moan tore from Minju's lips, echoing in the quiet room. Her hips bucked upward slightly against (Y/N)’s, who hummed with satisfaction against Minju’s skin, her hand sliding down to capture her jaw, forcing her to look up. "Look at me, Unnie," (Y/N) whispered, her eyes dark, hooded, and entirely consumed by desire. "Don't hide it... show me how much you want it."
Minju’s eyes darkened, and she would have answered (Y/N) if she didn’t arch her back and moan at the feeling of (Y/N)’s fingers caressing her wet folds through her underwear, as well as her mouth latching onto one of her breasts.
Minju’s mind became a jumbled mess from the multiple sensations she was experiencing. (Y/N) was relentless in her movement, like she knew exactly what buttons to push to throw Minju over the edge, like using her thumb to circle around Minju’s clothed clit.
(Y/N) kept her pace going, slowly using her fingers to bring pleasure, moving them in and out of Minju’s cunt, as well as using her mouth to fondle her breasts.
Minju tried to push (Y/N) off, whispering “I-I’m co-coming…!” She managed to blurt out, as her walls contracted against (Y/N)’s fingers, releasing cum onto her underwear. She tried to hide her moans by biting into her fist, but she couldn’t hide the expression on her face, which (Y/N) would remember for the rest of her life.
Minju panted, her voice hoarse and gone, only to abruptly receive a kiss from (Y/N).
The younger woman kissed her unnie passionately, slowly moving her lips against Minju’s in a symphony of love. There, they slept soundly, with (Y/N) laying on top of Minju, her body providing her unnie warmth and comfort. She rested her head on her chest, as she engulfed Minju with her heat, lulling her into a peaceful sleep.
summary - During RUNext, Minju + Yunah grow distant due to the competitive tension between them. After spending a little bit of time together, they realise their 4 year old friendship is worth preserving and as much as they wished they didn’t, they really do need eachother.
“Her posture is always good, elegant even. When she leans around, the line of her back looks smooth and almost feline. It’s clear to see why she gets compared to a cheetah. Her canines stick out a little, glinting when she smiles, despite the unflattering lighting. Actually, somehow she is the only one who doesn’t seem to be suffering from the bad lighting. Minju sighs to herself, she doesn’t want to feel self conscious about her looks as well as being disliked. Yunah looks up now, finally finishing talking to Chanelle (Minju, of course, is glad). The two make eye contact, and Yunah actually smiles this time. Her famous smirk softens a little, showing affection that she’s sure Yunah would deny. A glimmer of hope grows in her heart, maybe they are friends afterall.”
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“Hey! Park Minju!” Minju looks up from her phone to see Noh Yunah standing above her, wearing the same smirk she always does. Minju rolls her eyes, going back to her phone and hoping Yunah will leave her to scroll in peace. She can’t understand what the older girl wants with her anyway, it’s not like they’re friendly anymore. “Hey Minju!” Yunah repeats herself, this time louder and without the smirk, brows creasing into a steady line of mild irritation. Minju smiles to herself, seemingly the taller girl doesn’t like being ignored. Serves her right for being a general nuisance.
“Why are you so desperate for my attention? Can’t you see I’m busy?” She points down, gesticulating towards her phone, tiktoks still blaring in the background.
“I’m not desperate,” Yunah flashes her a dark eyed grin, “Just looking for entertainment and everyone else is out.”
“Sounds pretty desperate to me. I’m busy, can’t you entertain yourself?” Minju tries not to feel too offended. As much as she dislikes Yunah, it sucks to be anyone’s last choice to spend time with. But, with how persistent the girl is being, maybe she shouldn’t feel too put down. She’s still standing there, towering above Minju sitting on the edge of her bed. She rests her hands on her hips, peering down at Minju’s phone.
“You’re not busy, you’re watching a video of a cat having a shower.” Yunah huffs out, folding her arms now like a petulant child.
“I’m just taking a break, I’m mid way through learning the lyrics for our next performance. I’ve got to put in work if I’m going to beat you.” It’s Minju’s turn to smirk now. She raises one eyebrow, looking up at Yunah through her eyelashes as she tilts one corner of her mouth up. Yunah just stares back, making silent eye contact and doing a creepily good job of not displaying any emotions.
“Great, I can help you with that.” She finally says, nudging (shoving) Minju to the side to indicate for her to move, making space for Yunah to sit beside her. “I’m sure my expert opinion will be greatly beneficial to your practice. You’re welcome, by the way.”
“I don’t need your help, I’m beating you.” Minju conjures a firm expression, crossing her arms and refusing to budge from her seat. Yunah pouts at her, sitting down anyway, pressing the warm skin of her thigh into that of Minju’s, seemingly not caring about how close they are. However, Minju does care, she has to maintain the pretence that she dislikes Yunah, and so moves about a foot away in protest. The older girl looks somewhat disheartened by the disgust on her face as she moves, Minju feels a pang of regret at this.
As much as she sometimes wished she did, Minju could never really hate Noh Yunah. After training together for 4 years, they’re really very close. This weird new rivalry is only a few months old and secretly, she’s missing their past closeness. How many hours were spent together over the years, sharing snacks after hours of dance training, giving each other tips at their vocal lessons, running out to get coffee for their fellow trainees. Does it all mean nothing now? Is a competition really all it takes to destroy 4 years of solid friendship? As annoying as she is, maybe that’s all Yunah is trying to do now, rekindle their past friendship.
And so, Minju concedes, gives in, relents to the tender skin of the girl beside her. She moves back a little, closer to Yunah but still leaving a few millimetres between them, secretly wanting the skin of their thighs to touch, but not too much. There’s only so much her feeble heart can take.
Yunah sags, deflates, tightness escaping at the contact. Her shoulders roll back and loosen, arm hanging down to rest in the valley created between their legs. She sighs, shaky breath squeezing out of the gap between her tightly shut lips, maybe a sigh of secret relief. Minju is deaf enough, she picks up on it. Although, she can certainly pretend she didn’t, if that’s easier for them both.
Yunah pours over the lyrics, a favourite of hers, Minju is certain by her enthusiasm. Her feedback is genuinely very helpful, surprisingly so, providing new insight into the lyrics and helping with tricky enunciation. Minju can only empathise with Yunah’s sigh of relief, she’d forgotten how much she liked this. The two of them had been so caught up in some pretend feud, accentuated only by bitchy judges and drama-centric editing. Somehow she’d managed to catch the hollow shell of their previous closeness, just in time.
The song they are going over is ‘Tie a Cherry’. They listen to it together, Minju’s earphones tethering them to each other like some red string of fate. It’s a sultry hip hop track that Minju somehow managed to snag part one for. She has to do well, as the centre for much of the song.
“How are you going to do that ending bit? Your killing part?” Yunah asks her, pointing at the highlighted section, the final few lines of the song. “Can you show me?” She speaks almost timidly, as if pleading to be told a secret or shown something special. She sounds as though she doesn’t want to push her luck, spoil the moment and have to wait until the end of the week for the reveal like everyone else.
And yet Minju obliges, getting up from where she sits and trying not to read too much into the poorly-veiled excitement on Yunah’s face. The older girl sits there staring, eyes wide like a dog anticipating a treat. Minju acts out her ending sequence, she sings the final line and raises her hand to drop the metaphorical cherry, making sultry eye contact with an imagined audience, avoiding it with her real, unimagined, corporeal audience.
But when she does, she feels something drop inside of her. Her stomach turns a little at the sight of Yunah’s darkened eyes as she looks up at Minju through thick eyelashes. It’s a confusing facial expression, if it was anyone else she would assume it to be attraction, even sexual desire, but no, not from Yunah. Minju feels awkward nonetheless, smiling through her discomfort and rushing to sit back down, facing the wall rather than the girl beside her. Valley long gone, this is a trench. Surely Yunah’s expression was actually judgement, or disgust of some kind. She makes sure to leave a space between them again, just in case.
The atmosphere of the room has shifted, comfort into something weird and thick. Finally, they were getting along well and then Minju had to ruin it. And yet, she’s not even fully sure where she went wrong. Maybe Yunah thought her performance was cringey? She doesn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of the judges, could it be worth changing that part? Maybe Yunah thought it was so good and her reaction was just concern for the competition, god she hopes that’s all it is.
“Was it okay? Do you have any ideas of how I can improve it?” Minju finally asks, voice cracking and unsteady, unused in their silence. Yunah breathes out, a touch shaky as she goes to reply.
“It was good,” She pauses, looks at Minju and then away to the side again. “I think the judges will like it.” She smiles as she says this, overcoming her awkwardness and regaining her charisma. “I liked it, Minju-ya.”
They continue as they have been, sitting barely closer but not quite touching as they were before. They read a section, allow Minju to sing the line and then critique it, until they have finished most of the song. She looks up from the lyrics on her phone, watching the shapes on the wall, their conjoined shadow moving in the gloom of her bedroom. Her eyes flick up, up and to the side to find Yunah’s eyes, somehow already looking into hers.
“I’ve missed this.” Yunah breathes out. She places her hands behind her, leaning back into their support and craning her head to look up. Her long neck is pulled back, gracefully, like a swan, whilst simultaneously revealing strong tendons and well muscled shoulders. Minju watches this, tracing her eyes over the curve of the other girl's neck, her chin and up to her pretty nose. She can’t see her eyes anymore, which is probably a good thing - she doesn’t want Yunah to catch her staring like this.
“Me too.” Minju breaks the moment of silence, shifting and crossing her legs, turning to face the other girl. Yunah tilts her head back towards Minju, smiling as her eyes flick down to the matching expression on Minju’s lips. “I think I got so caught up in the competition that I forgot we were actually friends.” Minju feels awkward as the confession leaves her lips. As friendly as they should be, she still feels uncomfortable being this vulnerable, but a gentle nod from Yunah quickly soothes that.
“We still are, don’t worry.” Yunah’s face opens like a flower in bloom. Her previous facade of nonchalance or even disdain is broken, revealing affection and warmth towards the younger girl, just briefly. It can’t last long, Minju can see it in the microexpressions of her face, within seconds Yunah’s closed herself off again. She grabs her things and hastily makes her goodbye, only giving Minju a guarded smile before closing her bedroom door.
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Minju sleeps early, she wakes up well rested and relaxed, feeling prepared for her day of practice. After her study session with Yunah the night before, she hopes she can show the rest of her teammates how serious she is about putting in effort and winning this round. She would love for that to be her only thought, success, but there is a corner of her imagination, growing or pulsating, reminding her of Yunah’s reaction to her performance the night before. It baffled her, how could someone she had known so long look so shocked or disgusted at her singing, because surely that’s what she was thinking. And then to lie and say it was good seemed even stranger? Yunah had always been a little odd, but in the past she had reacted well to Minju’s singing, even jokingly confessing her love for her once.
As distracted as she is, she tries to persevere through her practice session. The doubts around her friendship with Yunah hide in the back of her mind, teasing her and disrupting her focus. She wants to be friends with Yunah, she wants Yunah to like her, she decides. And really, there is no obvious reason for why Yunah wouldn’t like her. The two girls haven’t had any serious arguments or reasons to fall out, sparing their half-joking rivalry. Surely Yunah is logical enough not to dislike a long time friend just because of some stupid competition? Even if she was, there must be something else as well, Yunah doesn’t act like this with any of the other girls.
Minju has seen the looks of admiration Yunah receives from the other trainees. Some merely act friendly, whereas others seem a bit too focused on the girl, Minju thinks. She wonders if those girls have feelings for Yunah beyond that of friendship. Not that it would matter to her, of course. Although she can’t deny the slight hint of anger that rises in her at the thought that Yunah could be that close with others whilst being so distant with her. Does she not deserve that friendship too?
Himena seems to notice Minju’s distraction. The younger girl comes to sit beside her, flicking at Minju’s lyric sheet to get her attention as Minju stares absentmindedly ahead.
“Are you feeling okay Minju unnie?” Himena looks up at her, her eyes so wide and full of kindness. Minju finds Himena very sweet. “We can finish early today if you’re feeling unwell?”
“No no, I’m okay.” Minju smiles back at the younger girl, trying desperately to make it reach her eyes. Truthfully, she does feel distracted, but her desire to win overpowers her need to take a break. “I’m sorry, Himena-ya, I’m just a bit tired today.” She hopes this will convince her, but the sympathetic smile on the other girl’s face seems to deny that. Minju stands and extends a hand to Himena, signalling they should rejoin the rest of their group and practice.
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Their afternoon vocal lesson is in larger groups, multiple opposing teams crammed into one room to listen to the others sing. Minju already hates these. For some reason, all of the progress she had previously made seems to evaporate the moment she stands in front of the other girls; her biggest hurdle right now is success in these sessions.
Of course, that would be too much to ask for. As she gets up now to sing, she makes the tiniest hint of eye contact with Yunah, who smirks at her in an almost predatory way. How one second of eye contact can bring back all of her stress is beyond her, but she’s sure Yunah would be weirdly proud if she told her. She does her best, trying to focus on the trainees or the wall behind them or the weird lumpy ceiling panels, but that image of Yunah smirking her most evil smirk just won’t leave her mind.
She glances over to her occasionally and the girl is barely paying attention, either she is just that confident or she really does hate her. Minju cannot be sure, so she tries ever so subtly to look over at the girl again. She doesn’t wanna seem like a creep by constantly staring, but her ever present desire to be liked is forcing her into investigating. She’s still singing; surely by now it's going terribly, but really who cares, this is much more interesting.
Yunah is towards the back of the small crowd of girls sitting cross-legged in front of her. She’s sat next to Jeemin and Wonhee, doing her typical crinkly-eyed smirk as she whispers to the various girls surrounding her. She laughs with Moka in front of her, pokes at Wonhee next to her, and then strokes the knee of Chanelle behind her as she leans back to make a joke. Chanelle smiles back, admiration clear on her face as she laughs like a high school girl trying to gain the attention of a college boy. Minju scoffs internally. She sees nothing wrong with Chanelle really, but surely Yunah can’t be that funny. Finally, she ignores the gaggle of girls around her, and focuses on Yunah herself.
Her posture is always good, elegant even. When she leans around, the line of her back looks smooth and almost feline. It’s clear to see why she gets compared to a cheetah. Her canines stick out a little, glinting when she smiles, despite the unflattering lighting. Actually, somehow she is the only one who doesn’t seem to be suffering from the bad lighting. Minju sighs to herself, she doesn’t want to feel self conscious about her looks as well as being disliked. Yunah looks up now, finally finishing talking to Chanelle (Minju, of course, is glad). The two make eye contact, and Yunah actually smiles this time. Her famous smirk softens a little, showing affection that she’s sure Yunah would deny. A glimmer of hope grows in her heart, maybe they are friends afterall.
But, obviously, Yunah can’t take anything too seriously. Her affection is seemingly fleeting as she replaces it with teasing and flirting. She winks at Minju, twirling a piece of her glossy hair in her fingers as she rakes her eyes up and down Minju’s body. By the time she makes it back up to her eyes, Minju feels a little flustered. She can’t help but feel awkward at the attention she is receiving, and it's only that of course, awkwardness. There is no way she’s enjoying being flirted with by Noh Yunah. She can definitely feel her cheeks getting warm, so she quickly looks away to focus on her singing. She doesn’t want Yunah to get the pleasure of disturbing her.
After getting some fairly awful feedback on her singing, Minju sits back down with the rest of her group and tries not to notice Yunah’s eyes staring into the back of her head. In one final act of confidence, she turns back for a split second, meeting the older girl’s eyes and giving her the filthiest look she can conjure. She tries her hardest to achieve an image of seduction, biting her lip and winking and borderline eye-fucking her, hoping to achieve some semblance of revenge. And it seems to work, Yunah’s eyes go wide and dark and a hot pink flush spreads across her face. She drops her head, itches the back of her neck and then looks back up, reinstating their eye contact. Minju continues her flirting, as Yunah’s face seems to melt, mouth going slack and heavy eyelids lowering slightly. It’s certainly not the expression she expected, but if this is what Yunah looks like when she’s unsettled, she still counts that as a win. She crowns herself the queen of making people uncomfortable before they have to perform, and turns back around triumphantly to watch the next girl who stands to sing.
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Thankfully, Minju doesn’t see Yunah for the next couple days. She gets to live mostly in peace, as long as her brain behaves itself and stays concentrated on practicing for their next performance. In a way, she has been counting down until the next time she knows she will see the older girl. If anyone asked, she would of course deny this.
Sadly it seems her countdown is futile, as she actually encounters Yunah much sooner than she had thought. Really, she should’ve assumed they would bump into each other at some point. It’s hard to successfully avoid someone who lives, eats, and spends all day in the same building as you. The time finally comes when Minju takes a break from her dance practice, she steps into the main common area to find the older girl sitting and looking at something on her phone. She looks up, flashing a polite smile before resuming scrolling. Minju feels a sense of pride, clearly her attempt at flustering Yunah the other day had worked. She’s glad to know the awkward feeling goes both ways, although she can’t help but realise how counterproductive it is to her goal of rebuilding their friendship.
Minju sits down beside her, in a desperate attempt to try and remedy the situation.
“How are you?” She asks awkwardly. Yunah looks up at her again, confusion evident on her face as she replies.
“Good, thank you.” She pauses for a second, “How are you, Minju-yah?” Yunah seems to relax a little, posture loosening as she replies. “I was worried you were feeling a bit jealous, that was why you started flirting with me the other day, right? Marking your territory?” Yunah’s typical smirk graces her face as she teases Minju, who can only blush and look away. A twinge of rage twists in her stomach at Yunah’s flippant comments. How can she have this drastic effect on her?
“Of course not, why would I care enough to be jealous?” Minju stutters out a response, too quickly and obviously feigning confidence.
“Is that right, jagi-ya? Are you sure you don’t have a little crush?” Yunah’s smile is predatory, her lips curled like a cat ready to pounce. It fills Minju with rage and something else, a hot weight in the bottom of her stomach. How dare she, ‘jagi-ya’!
“On you? What’s there to like? And don’t call me that, I’m not your jagi-ya!” Minju borderline shouts back. She decides it’s time to leave the room, break or no break. Maybe if she engrosses herself in practicing she can forget the shame and anger she currently feels.
“You could be if you wanted! I’ll give you first dibs!” She hears Yunah call after her as she slams the door, ears practically steaming at this point. How can she be so irritating?
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In the stillness of the night, Minju attempts to sleep. Her room is mostly dark, just a sliver of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains, and yet she has been turning in her sheets for hours now. Thoughts of Yunah disturb her sleep. The girl’s earlier actions lit a fuse inside of her, sparking some repressed rage. How could she think Minju was jealous? Jealous of what? Being pestered less? Minju laughs at the thought. She’s far too busy preparing to win to focus on gaining the attention of Yunah, and why would she care anyway. Sure, Yunah is tall and pretty, but so are plenty of other girls who would annoy Minju far less. She has no need for Yunah.
But it seems, Yunah has found a need for her. The taller girl stands in her doorway, a golden halo of light around her, framing her silhouette. Wearing only a t-shirt and scandalously tiny sleep shorts, her legs look miles long. She flexes her hand slightly, veins popping out as if facing resistance of some sort.
“Yunah?” She enters the room, closing the door behind her. Minju can sense her moving, hear the rustling of her clothing but can’t see her anymore. “Yunah, what is this? Turn the light on, I can’t see you.”
“I’m sorry about earlier.” Minju pauses. Yunah sounds sincere, upset even. She can’t help but feel slight sympathy for her despite the anger still bubbling in her chest.
“It’s okay.” She replies, hesitant to fully absolve Yunah of her sins. “Why are you here? Could this have not waited until tomorrow?”
“I’m sorry, Minju-ya. It was keeping me awake.” Yunah still stands, lurking somewhere in her room, whispering through the darkness to Minju. “I don’t want you to think I like the other girls more than you.”
“What?”
“I mean it, I like you the most, Minju. You’re my favourite. Please forgive me.” Minju huffs a little at this. As much as her ego swells, she still can’t quite get over the shame of Yunah one-upping her.
“Maybe.” She tries not to show too much emotion, needing to think a bit longer before she can forgive the older girl. On one hand, this is what she wanted - Yunah’s friendship. On the other, she’s worried about their weird behaviour the day before. Yunah’s flirting puts her on edge, she would love to not be phased by it but it seems she can’t get over the strange feeling it gives her. “What are you still doing here?” She finally asks, noticing that Yunah is still standing somewhere nearby.
“I need entertainment again, I can’t sleep.” Her voice comes out in a low whisper, barely perceptible.
“Me neither, but I have nothing for you to do. I’ve learnt all my parts.” Minju reasons. “Besides, us staying up and talking at this hour is only going to stop us and others from sleeping.”
Minju doesn’t get it, ever the sensible type. She doesn’t see the need in the way Yunah speaks or holds herself, the doubt in her face as she had opened the door.
“Minju, please,” Yunah’s breath comes heavy, “Not that kind of entertainment.” Minju gasps as she feels a presence beside her, landing on her bed with such force that she bounces a little. Yunah looms over her, close enough now that she can see her eyes glinting amber in what tiny bit of light there is in the room. She feels a hand on her leg, moving slowly, brushing up and down in a comforting gesture. Yunah had obviously sensed the tension in her body. She continues these movements, her hands gradually rising up the younger girl’s leg, inching closer.
“Yunah!” Minju jolts out of her stupor as Yunah’s hand reaches her inner thigh. “Unnie, what are you doing?” Panic evident in her voice. The other girl stills for a second, her hand still there as a whisper of pressure against her thigh.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Yunah teases her, hand continuing up at a snail’s pace. “Do you want me to stop, Minju-yah?” Minju freezes for a second. Despite her anger at the girl, does she want Yunah to stop? As much as she protested before, she can't deny the curiosity inside her to see how far Yunah’s planning on going. The girl’s hand on her leg feels nice in truth, a comforting presence, grounding her against the stress that was keeping her awake earlier. And afterall, Yunah is really very pretty. Minju can’t complain about this sudden attention, she can’t deny it’s something she has thought of herself a few times over their many years of friendship. So she gives in to any inner turmoil and shakes her head, barely perceptible in the darkness of her room.
“I can barely see you, jagi-ya,” Yunah sounds dismayed as she leans over to the lamp beside Minju’s bed, flicking the switch to swathe the darkened room with a soft glow of warm light. “I need to know you want this.” Minju can see her clearly now, her silhouette illuminated revealing pale skin, a faint flush and delicate features. Her dark hair trails over defined shoulders, cascading down one arm and lightly tickling Minju where it falls. Prettiest of all are her eyes, wide with anticipation but deep with want, like a dark abyss Minju could get lost in. The sight takes the breath out of her lungs like a punch to the stomach, seemingly she likes Yunah’s flirting after all.
“Unnie,” Minju’s speech is quiet, her voice cracks as it struggles to leave her lips, “Of course I want this.” She confesses slowly, watching the shift in Yunah’s face, anticipation to satisfaction. It’s almost animalistic, her need seems to take over, controlling the brain of the once restrained girl and turning her into a monster with a desire to be satiated. Minju feels almost fearful. Yunah’s hands move quickly now, one shifts to rest beside her head, propping her up over Minju as the other hand continues its path from earlier. Minju sees the way her defined abs tense as she holds herself, finally a good use for all of the one armed planks Yunah had been practicing recently. Yunah’s hand swipes up the inside of her thighs, pressing gently to move them apart and then crawling down to kneel between them. She leaves just enough room to pull down Minju’s underwear.
Yunah looks up from her position between Minju’s legs, she maintains piercing eye contact as she leans down. Looking up through her eyelashes and never blinking, she licks a long stripe up the other girl’s core. Minju squeals at the contact, grabbing Yunah’s hair to pull her away.
“Do you want me to stop?” The older girl asks, concern evident in her face.
“Don’t be sorry, jagi-ya. Just stay quiet for me, okay?” Yunah’s predatory gaze returns with the permission she needs. The nickname lights a fire at Minju’s core. She’s back in her earlier position in a split-second, looking up at Minju with longing eyes as she resumes. She only breaks eye contact to kiss chastely up her inner thighs, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as her eyes fall shut. Yunah kisses with such passion and affection, gently smothering the other girl with her lips as she tickles her way up her legs.
When she reaches her entrance again, she makes eye contact once more, as if asking for permission again. Minju nods breathlessly in response, already sweating and shuddering just from the kisses. Yunah delays no more, licking and sucking and kissing around the younger girl’s cunt. She pays attention to the way Minju clenches handfuls of the bedsheets when she sucks her clit or gently teases her entrance. Minju can only lie there. She alternates between clutching the sheets, Yunah’s hair or her own body, desperately scraping around for something to hold, to steady herself. She whines, high pitched and needy, whenever Yunah does anything, and receives a low chuckle from Yunah each time her noises become particularly loud. Her toes curl under the pleasure, legs thrashing around behind the taller girl.
“Minju-ya, you nearly kicked me! Naughty, although I don’t think I’m into that.” Yunah scolds, voice condescending and teasing. She pulls away to tower over Minju again, watching as the younger girl whines and squirms at the lost contact. “Do you want me to stop? Is it too much for you? I think it is, right?” Minju almost cries, shaking her head frantically. “Not good enough, sadly. Tell me what you want, jagi-ya.”
“Unnie, please don’t stop, I need you.” Whimpering, Minju grabs Yunah, desperately trying to pull her down again. The older girl merely tuts and stays still, even looking away from the aching girl in front of her. “I’ll be good.” Minju promises, eyes squeezed closed to hold back tears.
Yunah grunts, giving in, although she doesn’t return to her earlier activities. Instead, she leans down, ever so slowly (she can’t end the teasing too soon, now when Minju begs so prettily). When they're eye to eye, she looks down, licking her lips and inching towards Minju’s at a snail’s pace. She places a single fleeting kiss to the side of her mouth, teasing her. The younger girl can’t help but whine. It wasn’t what she had asked for, but the promise of any kind of stimulation is worth a bit of effort, so she pulls hard on Yunah’s neck, causing the taller girl to basically collapse onto her. Thankfully their lips connected and Yunah quickly regained her senses, pushing her tongue into the other girl’s mouth. She licks around Minju’s tongue, letting her taste the remnants of her own wetness. Stabilising herself, Yunah frames Minju’s head with her hands, bracing as she returns to a plank position above her with their lips still together. She deepens the kiss, quicker, dirtier and harder to a degree Minju thought was impossible. They resolve their tension through their tongues, clutching at each other and pushing to be the one leading the kiss.
Minju grabs at Yunah’s shirt, her shorts, wondering why the hell she’s still wearing them. She tugs at the neck of her t-shirt, unceremoniously pulling it over her head. Yunah laughs in surprise as they break their kiss.
“Someone’s desperate.” She finishes removing the shirt herself, batting away Minju’s hands in the process. “What, do you like me or something?” Yunah’s glowing. Her eyes light up as she looks down at the younger girl, smiling with more warmth and affection than Minju has ever seen. She’s beautiful.
“You’re beautiful, unnie.” Minju grins up at her, reaching up to press a wet kiss to the centre of her forehead. Yunah looks a bit winded, shocked at the confession and blushing from the kiss. It almost makes Minju feel a little sad, did she not know?
“You know I feel the same. You’re so pretty, Minju-ya.” Her hand trails downwards as she says this, stopping to massage Minju’s tit before continuing to her entrance. She circles around it lightly with one finger, watching the look on Minju’s face for signs of upset. Her finger pushes inside, so slowly, but Minju’s breath hitches nonetheless. Yunah continues, confident in their equal desire for each other. She presses her finger further into her wetness, curling it lightly to try and squeeze the most pleasure out of the girl below her. Minju lets out soft gasps at each movement Yunah makes inside her, whimpering in pleasure when she reaches the bundle of nerves she had been searching for. Yunah increases her pace now, enjoying the pleasure evident on Minju’s face. She adds a second finger, scissoring them lightly to stretch her out a little.
“You’re so tight, are you sure this is okay?” Yunah is so gentle with her, Minju could cry.
“I want it, I promise!” She defends, “I’m just a little tense, no one has ever done this before.” She hides behind her hand a bit as she confesses this, not wanting Yunah to judge her lack of experience. But, of course, the older girl reacts with kindness and promises to make it feel good for her. Yunah continues, slowly building up the speed she moves her fingers, curling the two together inside of her. Minju grows desperate with every flick, whining and clutching at the sheets again. Yunah reaches up to kiss her once more, twisting her fingers as she thoroughly fucks the pretty girl beneath her.
“You’re getting so wet for me, are you nearly ready to come already, jagi-ya?” Yunah leans down, her breath hot and wet in Minju’s ear as she whispers. She feels a weight in her stomach at Yunah’s words, like something bubbling up inside of her. Yunah stays at her neck, licking and biting and kissing it until it flushes a pretty shade of pink for her to coo at. Minju can only squirm underneath her, the combined pleasure from the older girl too much to cope with. It feels as though a string snaps within her, sudden bliss rushes through her veins as Yunah works her through her orgasm, fucking her deep and not slowing down until it ends.
Yunah raises her hand, showing Minju the shiny fluid coating her fingers. She lifts her fingers to her lips, eyes fluttering shut as her tongue reaches out to lap up the fluid. Cheekily, she winks as she pulls the fingers from her mouth, before coming back down to lie next to Minju. Minju thinks the display is quite obscene, and yet it somehow makes her want to go again, try something else, or touch Yunah in the way she was touched. She’s not quite sure what she wants, but she’s certain it needs to involve Yunah.
“Thank you.” Minju finally whispers. She can just about reach Yunah’s ear as she lies beside her. The older girl glances over, observing Minju as she comes down from the pleasure Yunah gave to her. Her eyes are kind.
“You don’t need to thank me, you didn’t ask for this.”
“Maybe not, but I think I secretly wanted it for a while now..”
“I didn’t want it.” Yunah closes her eyes, Minju feels her heart drop. “I needed this, I needed you.” She continues, looking at Minju again and reaching over to play with her hair. Suddenly, all of Minju’s turmoil from earlier is gone. Clearly, this is the simplest solution to their rivalry.
“I think I might need you forever.” Yunah whispers, tugging at Minju’s shoulder a little, just gently enough to roll her closer so she can wrap all of her limbs around her like an octopus. Yunah holds her so tight, squeezing her impossibly closer. Their hearts must be about lined up, Minju thinks, as they lie like this, chest to chest. Their eyes fall shut almost in synchrony, as sleep comes to them, hearts side by side, beating as one.
a/n: hi loves <3 first fic on here aaa !! hope you guys like it, this was a short little drabble i felt like writing ^^ lmk if you want a part 2
In the small quiet town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there was an old family bookstore that had been passed down through generations. Minju, a young girl with a love for literature, spent her days surrounded by the comforting scent of old paper and ink, tending to the shelves stacked with stories waiting to be discovered.
One afternoon, as Minju dusted off the forgotten corners of the store, her fingers brushed against an intriguing book hidden among the stacks. The title "Magnetic" was written on its spine in elegant script, the cover adorned with faded illustrations of swirling galaxies and sparkling stars. Curious, she pulled the book from its resting place, sunlight reflecting on its dust as she flipped through its pages.
Instantly, she was captivated by the story; the book followed a young woman named Yunah and her many adventures, traveling through different worlds and helping others. Drawn to her magnetic personality and unwavering courage, Minju found herself captivated by the character's every word and action.
Night after night, Minju found herself immersed in vivid dreams where she walked alongside Yunah, accompanying her on her quests through fantasy landscapes and ancient cities. These dreams felt different, they felt so real.
As the days passed, Minju's infatuation with Yunah grew, her thoughts consumed by the character who had stolen her heart. She found solace in the pages of "Magnetic," rereading the book multiple times, and each night returning to what felt like an escape from reality alongside Yunah.
Then, one afternoon like any other, the tinkling of the bookstore's bell announced the arrival of a visitor. Minju looked up from her reverie to find a woman standing before her, her presence exuding a strange warmth and familiarity.
"Hello," the woman greeted with a gentle smile. "I'm looking for a book called 'Magnetic.' Do you happen to have it?"
Minju's breath caught in her throat as she met the woman's gaze, her heart racing as she realized who it was. It was Yunah, standing before her in the flesh, her eyes sparkling with an otherworldly light.
Stunned, Minju could only nod nervously, her voice failing her as she retrieved the book from the shelf and placed it in Yunah's outstretched hand.
Yunah could only snicker to herself watching the young woman trying to figure out how to react, knowing she most likely was thinking she was in a dream again.
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” Yunah broke the silence, gently placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “You’re not dreaming this time.”
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[🤍] LET'S PLAY ♡ : Minju's confident she's the only one awake during this late night after practice. What she doesn't know is that (Y/N), her fellow member, wakes up needy for a late night snack by the name of Park Minju. Read Here!
