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Four months ago
Promises are made to be kept, not broken, so maybe it serves Mina right for breaking her promise to herself for the nth time.
She won’t get herself get hurt again, she said. She won’t fall in love again, she said. She won’t ever let herself, she said.
And yet here she was, sitting at a bar, nursing a drink and her broken heart.
To be fair, this is only the fourth time she’s ever been heartbroken. Still, a promise is a promise, and when she told herself she shouldn’t get into a relationship for a while and focus on herself instead, she should have followed it.
Anyhow, Mina has learned her lesson now, or at least, she hopes so. Thus, no matter how hot the girl sitting beside her is, she tries not to look her way. No matter how tipsy she is at the moment and no matter how even more drunk she gets henceforth, she’s not gonna fall for the girl’s stare and her stunning side profile and her tight, black dress and—
“Miss?” The woman says, and Mina stiffens and keeps her eyes on her drink even if she’s pretty much certain that the girl is calling for her attention.
“Umm, miss?” She says again, a little louder this time, and damn it. All Mina wanted was a quiet night to end her horrific day, so why can’t life give her a freaking break?
Her frustration shows in the way she all but downs her drink in a matter of seconds, and when the stranger finally stops, Mina internally sighs, relieved that the girl got the damn message.
Except maybe—
“Miss—”
“What?!” Mina snaps, turning her head to face the other woman with a glare.
The stranger seems taken aback and shakily replies, “Th-that’s my drink.”
“What?” When the girl gestures towards the glass in her hand, Mina looks and at the same time, she also sees her own, empty glass on the counter. “Oh. Oh. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Momo laughs before the bartender places two more drinks in front of her. She thanks the bartender and turns back to Mina. “Here, have another.”
“No, thank you,” Mina politely declines as Momo protectively slides one of the glasses towards herself and the other towards Mina. “Please. I’m already embarrassed as it is.”
“I insist,” Momo asserts. “It seems like you had a pretty rough day. I’m Momo by the way.”
“Mina,” she briefly introduces herself back, making Momo smile.
“Well, Mina, I sure hope he was worth it,” Momo says as she puts her glass up.
It’s a little bothersome, how Momo plainly throws out that assumption like she’s got Mina all figured out. Still, Mina raises her drink as well, since it’s courtesy of Momo anyway, taking a long sip after clarifying, “She was.”
“Oh,” Momo nods in understanding. “Was she the one?”
It’s safe to say that Mina is taken aback by the questions Momo’s been throwing at her because didn’t they just start talking a few moments ago? Just because she’s bought Mina a drink doesn’t mean she’s already entitled to hear Mina’s candid thoughts and feelings, but Momo looks at her expectantly, and Mina fails to find any sign of bad intentions in Momo’s eyes.
This girl.
“Maybe,” Mina shrugs like it’s no bigger deal than it really is. She drinks again before continuing, “I’ll never know now, I guess. All that I knew for sure was that we were perfectly compatible, or at least that’s what I thought. We liked the same things, we had the same dreams, and we were great together.”
Instead of being empathetic, Momo snorts. “Sounds boring.”
There’s something about the way that Momo says it, maybe the way that she avoids Mina’s eyes while doing so, that makes Mina narrow her eyes in suspicion instead of getting offended. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”
“Yeah, okay, I’m honestly kinda jealous," Momo admits. "I don't know how you were able to find anything like that. It all sounds too good to be true."
“Considering we've broken up anyway, I guess it really was too good to be true,” Mina accepts with a sigh. “Screw this. I'm never gonna get into a relationship again.”
“Mhm, I bet that’s not the first time you told yourself that,” Momo replies cheekily.
Now, Mina can just deny all she wants, especially to a stranger, but she’s so tired and so done, so she lets out a frustrated groan. “God, why can’t I stop myself? It’s not like I don’t have friends!”
“I'd hate to sound crass especially since this is our first conversation, but the answer is obviously sex,” Momo answers so casually that Mina can’t help but grin.
“Ah, yes, there’s that,” Mina supposes. “But do I really have to be in a relationship to have sex?”
Mina doesn’t expect it, the way Momo gives her a full, unsubtle once over. Maybe the girl is surprised herself too, because Mina swears Momo’s cheeks get just a little redder when their gazes meet. As Mina raises an eyebrow and waits for an explanation, Momo just chuckles and answers, “No, I guess not.”
Mina's face still feels warm moments after Momo moves her gaze away and faces the counter, and she blames it on the damn alcohol. After all, she's not the type to talk up beautiful strangers in bars or have one night stands.
However, Momo's here with her shy smile and her pretty face and her perfect figure and the way she looks ethereal under the bar's dim light and—well, if the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, that ‘someone else’ might as well be this attractive, right?
Ah, screw it.
“Would you have sex with me?”
Maybe Mina could have chosen a better time to say that, particularly not while Momo's in the middle of sipping her drink. Momo coughs a little, covering her mouth for a second, as she ponders on the question until finally—
“Well, maybe, but only if you're sober.”
Now, people have described Mina as a tease, countless times, and it seems as if she's found her match.
“Ah, you’re no fun.” Mina shakes her head before suggesting, “What if I just get you a lot more drunk?”
Momo shakes her head and chuckles at Mina’s antics, “I won’t let you.”
“Fine, suit yourself,” Mina concedes. However, it doesn’t take long before she sighs and considers a compromise. “Well, then, do you have a place where I can sober up?”
Present day
Door’s open. Just come in when you get here.
It’s the first day since Mina’s cold and flu finally went away, and while she’s not so enthusiastic about going back to her real life (translation: going back to work), at least Momo is giving her something different to look forward to.
While she’s feeling excited more than anything else, Mina can’t help but narrow her eyes at Momo’s text as she alights her car to walk towards Momo’s building. It was rare for Momo to even invite Mina to her place these days. Ever since Chaeyoung moved out, they’ve always opted to meet at Mina’s more spacious flat, so when Momo asked her to come to her apartment instead, Mina couldn’t help but feel a little wary.
The text doesn’t help ease her suspicion either. As she walks towards Momo’s door, she can’t help but wonder if Momo has something up her sleeve. Maybe she’ll be lying on the sofa naked? Mina shakes her head, trying to get rid of that mental image, and tells herself that Momo can’t possibly be that… extra, although she decides that she honestly wouldn’t mind it.
What she sees when she finally opens the door, however, is different from what she imagined. While Momo is in fact lying on the couch, she’s fully clothed, with her enormous dog lying on top of her, looking extremely comfortable as it rests her head on her owner’s chest.
“Mina? Is that you?” Momo calls out, having heard her door open, as she tries—albeit in vain—to see over her dog.
“Momo? Momo? Where are you, Momo?” Mina teasingly calls back as she looks around and pretends not to see the other girl.
“Haha, very funny,” Momo deadpans with a glare and slaps Mina’s thigh when the girl is finally within her reach.
In response, Mina moves a few inches away from the couch. “I came here to sleep with you, but I see Jana has already beaten me to it.”
“She’s been refusing to move for like an hour already,” Momo grumbles. “Ugh, why is she so heavy? I can’t even feel my thighs anymore.”
“Well then, maybe I should come back at a better time.”
“Or you can come here and kiss me until my dog takes the freaking hint and lets me breathe,” Momo suggests.
“Maybe,” Mina says as she pretends to decide between the two. It is only when Momo impatiently groans that she chuckles and walks closer to the couch. She leans her upper body towards Momo until their lips finally touch, and boy, did Mina miss this.
As she places a hand on the couch for support, Mina feels a hand behind her neck, pulling her in to kiss her deeper and making her lose sense of everything else but the lips against hers. She gets a little too into it that she doesn’t even notice the dog leave her place to settle down beside the couch until Momo sits up and pulls her onto her lap.
“Momo,” Mina manages to say in between kisses. “I think.” Kiss. “Jana.” Kiss. “Got.” Kiss. “The message.”
“I know,” Momo replies as she finally pulls back. “I missed you,” she adds before peppering Mina’s cheek and jawline with quick pecks.
As Momo begins kissing her neck, Mina hums before propositioning, “Bed?”
“Nah, let’s just stay here and let Jana watch,” Momo jokes before leaning in to meet Mina’s lips again, and the other girl giggles into their kiss. “Hold onto me, okay?” She adds, and Mina obediently tightens her arms around Momo’s neck and her legs around Momo’s waist. Momo then wraps one arm tightly around Mina’s waist and uses her other hand to hold onto one of Mina’s thighs as she stands from the couch and, with more ease than she expected, manages to carry Mina to her bedroom all without pulling away from Mina’s lips for more than a second.
When they finally reach the bed, Momo all but drops Mina onto it, and instead of crawling on top of her, Momo stays standing at the edge and asks, “Any requests?”
It’s become a thing, how Momo always asks Mina how she wants to be fucked, like she actually gives a damn on how Momo does it, when all that Mina always wants is just to be fucked by Momo.
“Nope, just take off your fucking shirt already,” Mina replies eagerly and watches Momo comply. When Momo finally throws her shirt haphazardly to the floor, Mina asks, “How about you? Any requests?”
“Nope,” Momo answers in the same way as Mina did and crawls onto the bed until she’s hovering Mina with their gazes aligned and, “just you.”
Momo kisses her fully, deeply, passionately, and surely, this is what she meant when she promised Mina she’ll kiss her properly once the girl gets better. It makes Mina’s chest burn in the best kind of painful way, but Mina hasn’t slept with Momo in days, and she needs more, and she needs it right now.
She uses both hands to slide the bra straps down Momo’s shoulders before moving her right onto Momo’s back to reach the hook, but before she can undo them, she feels Momo’s hand move from her cheek to her arm, stopping her from taking the damn fabric off.
“Whoa, slow down,” Momo murmurs, moving her lips away from Mina’s and kisses her way towards Mina’s jaw. “I'm not going anywhere.”
“I thought you missed me.”
“I really did, that’s why I’m taking my time,” Momo argues against Mina’s neck before Mina’s hands find Momo’s shoulders, pushing her away.
“Okay, can you please stop doing that?” Mina suddenly snaps and sits up, making Momo startled before the girl mirrors Mina’s position.
“Stop doing what?”
“This… I don’t know.” Mina huffs. “Going all soft on me and everything.”
“Umm, okay, calm down,” Momo says slowly, seemingly still confused about Mina’s outburst. “If you wanted me to skip foreplay, all you had to do was say it.”
At that, Momo reaches for Mina’s arm, making the latter flinch and move a little further away.
“No, I’m not just talking about that,” Mina begins to explain. “I’m talking about you texting me, saying things that aren’t dirty and asking questions that aren’t about my schedule and when I’m free to fuck around. I’m talking about you coming to my house for something other than sex. I’m talking about you taking care of me when I got sick. I’m talking about you caring so much that you slept on my freaking couch when you used to slip away in the middle of the night just so we don’t have to sleep on the same bed after we fuck.”
As Mina ends her rant, Momo just lets out a humorless laugh. “That’s what all this is about? I already told you, Mina. I thought being friends with benefits meant we’re supposed to be friends.”
“But that friends part is what makes relationships like this complicated,” Mina argues. “Look, I like what we have right now and I’d hate for us to lose it by blurring the lines we set for ourselves.”
“Oh, okay,” Momo nods in understanding, but she looks at Mina so coldly that the girl almost shivers. “So what, you just want me to undress you, fuck you, and then be gone?”
“Yes,” Mina says, and she doesn’t get why her throat feels so tight that her voice almost breaks. “That’s exactly what I want.”
“Huh. Well, okay, then.”
And Momo kisses Mina, undresses Mina, touches Mina, does Mina as perfectly as she always does—except the whole time, she doesn’t say a single word, doesn’t even look at Mina’s eyes, not even once, and Momo is doing everything right, but Mina feels like everything is so horribly wrong.
Her chest feels heavy, due to the lack of breath and maybe the lack of something else, when she collapses on Momo’s bed. The moment her back touches the covers, Momo stands up and walks towards her closet to take out a towel before starting to walk towards the bedroom door.
“Where are you going?” Mina asks while sitting up and using the sheets to cover her up.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” Momo replies curtly. “Can you please be gone before I’m done?”
Fuck.
Mina grips the blanket around her tightly, feeling the need to say something, anything, and calls out, “Momo, wait.”
Momo stops in her tracks, turning in her heels so she can face Mina fully and give her the stoniest stare Mina’s ever seen the girl show. “What?”
“I…” Mina starts, not knowing how to finish it because, damn it, Mina you what? “I’ll call you.”
Momo scoffs.
“Whatever.”
Four months ago
“So do you do this often?” Mina asks, turning under the covers ever so slightly to look at the girl lying beside her.
“What, give women the best sex of their lives?”
“Buy women drinks then tell them stories from your childhood until they sober up then give them the best sex of their lives,” Mina clarifies.
“Ah, what can I say? Sober consent is sexy.” Momo grins with a wink. “It might seem a bit counter-productive, but it worked on you, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, well, I am naked under the sheets with you, am I not?”
Momo laughs and turns on her side as she asks in return, “How about you? Do you do this often?”
“What, let strangers lure me into their apartments?”
“Okay, first of all, you came here willingly—”
“Oh, I definitely came here willingly, alright,” Mina retorts.
“—like going with me was your idea, let me remind you,” Momo continues, ignoring Mina’s interrupting, “but I was actually talking about having one-night stands with hot girls.”
Mina shakes her head, but forgoes commenting on Momo’s little self-appreciating remark, and counters instead with, “Who says I’m not planning on sleeping with you again?”
With that, she throws the covers off of her, leaving her in all her naked glory, and walks around to pick her clothes up from the floor.
For a moment, Momo stays in a trance as she watches Mina slip back into her underwear, and when she returns back to reality, she asks, “Umm, okay, where are you going?”
“Home,” Mina answers simply as she effortlessly hops into her pants.
“Is this you trying to be casual?” Momo suspiciously asks as she keeps her eyes on Mina.
“Yeah, I’m doing pretty good for a first-timer, right?” Mina asks as she tries to ease the creases on her not-so-crisp-anymore white shirt before giving up and just buttoning it up. “But as you said yourself, ‘relationships are messy, all you need is booty.’”
“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”
“Nope,” Mina confirms before retrieving her phone from the back pocket of her pants and throwing it onto the bed towards Momo. “Now, be a good girl, and give me your number.”
“… Say please.”
“Or, you know, don’t give me your number. I don’t care.” Mina shrugs in mocking indifference as she sits on the side of the bed with her back facing Momo in order to put her heels back on.
“Such a freaking tease,” Momo grumbles as she grabs the phone and types her number in. “You sure you’ll be safe? Where do you even live?”
“I’m a strong, independent, sober woman, Momo,” Mina claims as Momo hands her the phone back. “I think I can get home by myself.”
Momo sits up, with one hand holding the blanket around herself and the other held up in surrender. “Okay, okay. Stay safe, and thank you for tonight.”
“Thank you,” Mina says back, and once she’s out of the room, she calls out, “I’ll call you!”
Before she turns away, she sees Momo smile.
“Can’t wait!”