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“okay, okay, but first we need a penalty for the loser,” sinb singsongs drunkenly to herself, clutching the bottle of soju as if her life depended on it. the bottle swayed gently in her dainty grip, threatening to fall to the floor of the dorm and smash into a million pieces. she scanned the faces of the members, each one reflecting different emotions back at her. “come on, it doesn’t have to be bad, just something to make this game more fun!” sinb whined, using her free hand to grasp at their leader and shake her back and forth.
“what game are you on about, sinb?” yuna asks delayed, staring at her dongsaeng with concern. she carefully tiptoes around the girl and makes a seat for herself on the wooden floors of the dorm living area. the other girls follow suit and sit down accordingly, near surrounding sinb and keeping her in their clutches to avoid anything bad happening. all of the could sense that something was wrong with the younger girl, and knew exactly the question that their leader would ask next.
“yah, who let her get drunk?” sojung deadpans as she glares around the circle, eyes darting across their pale, worn out faces in an attempt to weasel out the saboteur. “were none of you watching her while we were cooking? you know what she’s like.”
the girls shuffle awkwardly.
“we were all kind of busy, unnie…” yerin crinkles her nose in guilt. “you gave us so much to do, we didn’t even think to babysit sinb. i thought she’d fallen asleep.”
“i’m not drunk,” sinb waves her hand dismissively as if that solved her unnie’s anger, “i figured that while you all cooked for my birthday- i’d help myself to some soju and kick this party off eunbi style!” she finished triumphantly, making eye contact with eunha and winking suggestively.
eunha rolls her eyes, tucking her silky hair behind her ear as she speaks to her dongsaeng, condescendingly. “eunbi, don’t associate your behaviour with me. i had nothing to do with this.” eunha side glances at sojung to reassure herself that the others believe her. sojung repeats eunha’s eye roll and sighs dejectedly. “you’re underage, do you know how much trouble you can get into?”
“it’s my birthday! i’m allowed to drink now.” sinb exclaims loudly and slightly slurred, swaying to her feet and staring at the other members who watch her with weary faces. “i want you to pay attention to me. i’m the attraction today- entertain me.” she swings the bottle in her hand, humming under her breath. ignoring the looks of anger at her disrespect, the brunette girl walks over so she’s in between her favourite dongsaeng (her only dongsaeng technicaly, but that doesn’t mean yewon can’t be her favourite) and yuna.
“sinbyah, maybe you should sit down…” yerin says slowly, yuna nodding in agreement and reaching out her hands towards sinb standing in the middle of the girls.
sinb, seemingly submissive in her merry state, holds yuna’s hands in her own and accepts the invitation. she sits in her unnie’s lap instead of the vacant space in between the other memebers, snugglingly up against yuna’s shoulder.
“i just want to play a game. i didn’t mean to get drunk, i promise. i wanted to have a fun party with my friends before promotions start again.” sinb says quietly, but loud enough for the others to hear. all the girls look to sojung with confused eyes.
“maybe we should play one little game…?” yewon whispers, glancing at the others.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” yerin tacks on. “unnie, it’s your decision.” she says what everyone was thinking, looking to their leader with slight hopefulness and joy.
who was sojung to deny them that? sometimes her dongsaengs could be real cuties, and sojung wasn’t a monster (just, don’t listen to what sinb says about her while sober and pissy), so she nods with finality and flicks her long hair over her shoulder. quickly she shuffles on her knees to reach across the circle towards the birthday girl. “what game do you want to play, sinbyah?” sojung says softly, stroking her friend’s hair with her free hand.
“what game do you want to play, unnie?” sinb looks up at the taller girl with doe eyes. “i want all of you to be happy instead of mad at me.”
this was new for the girls. sinb was never usually this pliant and open to other people’s ideas. in truth, most of them decided that maybe their friend being drunk wasn’t such a bad thing…
“it’s your day, sinb. you choose.” sojung concludes and pulls back, gesturing to the other girls to sit back in the circle and not crowd the maknae. yuan gently pushes at sin’s back, and the younger eventually takes her seat on the floor like the others. “and we’re not mad. just tired. the food will be ready in half an hour, so the game can’t be too long.”
“truth or dare?” the brunette asks, sobering up after taking a few sips of her water bottle. the collective hums of agreement from the other girls seemed to stir her on. “well, as i said earlier, what’s the punishment if someone doesn’t answer or do the dare?”
“nothing too horrible.” yewon says with a frown, patting a spot on her head that she swears hasn’t healed from being hit by a squeaky hammer.
“and,” eunha starts, “nothing public. no blackmail selfies uploaded to sns or anything.”
yerin clears her throat suddenly and all eyes turn to her. “uh,” she starts. “maybe something like a kiss?” she blushes faintly, the pink rising in her cheeks almost obliviously until sinb catches her eye in excitement.
“yes. yes, let’s do that.” sinb smirks greasily, pulling laughter- nervous in sojung’s case, and glee in yuna’s- from the girls surrounding her. “i wonder if yuna unnie and yerin unnie will kiss again- like on yuna’s birthday last year.” an almost evil laugh ripples through the younger’s body.
“how will we decide who gets kissed?” eunha asks, invested in the idea more. maybe she had drunk some soju as well, sojung wonders. “and on the cheek, or mouth?”
yerin grabs sinb’s hand with the bottle in and shakes it carefully. “we could spin the bottle? we have to empty it, though.”
“on the mouth would be funnier…” yuna says, grin like a cat as she raises her eyebrow at the other girls.
a few rounds of shots later- water for sinb and a capri sun for yewon- the questions get asked rapidly.
“so, yuna.” eunha asks, still ever so slightly dazed from the alcohol. “truth or dare?”
“truth.” yuna gulps, dreading what might be asked of her.
“if you were allowed, who would you date in the whole of the industry?” eunha’s eyes gleam with mischief.
“boy or girl.” yewon adds quietly.
“well,” yuna says, unusually shy. she rubs the back of her neck, which merely emphasises the vermillion blush running across her face and down to her collarbones. “i have already said before that i like seokmin-ssi from seventeen…”
the girls scoff, liquor suddenly working in their systems. “we knew that! tell us another!” eunha demands, feeling powerful as she points a small, but firm finger in the younger’s direction.
“well, i had a run in with jaebum oppa a few months back, which was nice. we talked for a while and he was actually really kind to me. he complimented us on our routine for fingertip, as well. i guess he wouldn’t be so bad-“
sinb spits out her water, choking dramatically. “YUNA AND JB-SSI SITTING IN A TREE. K I S S I N G !” yuna yelps, panicked, and hides her embarrassment by covering her hands with her face. yewon goes to comfort her as eunha bursts into high pitched laughter and yerin smiles behind her glass.
“sinbyah.” sojung sighs, gathering a rag from the kitchen to clear up her mess. the younger just smiles back a her innocently and leaves her to do the cleaning up like her slave. “you’re lucky it’s your birthday.”
“unnie!” sinb whines with no real sadness or apology. “you’re meant to tell me i’m lucky that i’m cute!”
“i stand by what i said.” sojung deadpans in reply. sinb incoherently whines some more, reaching over to tug at the leader’s clothes, who in turn, ignores her.
yuna removes her hands. “sojung unnie.” she addresses to get her attention.
“truth, i guess.”
“if you could be in any girl group, other than gfriend, which would you choose?” yuna asks, other girls looking towards their leader with expectation.
“i mean, the obvious choice would be pristin, as i’m friends with nayoung. or maybe twice, since the members are nice enough, but- there’s too many of them for me to handle, in all honesty. for both groups.” the five girls around her nod, thankful that their pay check is only split between the six of them, and not nine or ten.
“yewonnie. truth or dare?” the leader asks, taking the last few drops of soju into her shot glass and tipping it back, slamming the glass on the floor firmly with a gasp as the warm liquid fills her system.
“truth.”
“no one ever picks dare.” sinb grumbles to no one in particular, forcing another gulp of water into her mouth in an attempt to sober up and not be hungover tomorrow.
“pick one thing about all the members that you are jealous of.” sojung feels her head start to spin as she leans down and rests her head against eunha’s small shoulder. the position, although mildly uncomfortable, is fairly normal among the girls. each of them trust each other to be each others pillow- word to the wise, only sleep on sinb if you want a penis drawn on your forehead or half an eyebrow missing.
“sojung unnie; legs. yerin unnie; energy. eunha unnie; hair. yuna unnie; dance skills. and sinb; strength.” yewon says with little hesitation. this was a question that she was sometimes asked at fan signings, so she was prepared in answering simply and to the point.
“strength?” sinb asks, sitting up straighter and staring at the maknae. feeling the heavy tension of the seriousness in yewon’s voice, the older girl raises one arm in the air to flex and crunch in an attempt to look strong. all the girls would have found this ridiculous if sober, but giggled with hysterics at their member.
“mentally. you always look cool and are secretly here for all of us. we know you love us all, really, even when you act snappy and angry at us. thank you for being the strong one when we all cry and get depressed.” the girls nod in agreement, mood turning heavy again.
after a few moments of deafening silence, yuna speaks. “yewon, you have to ask someone now.”
the maknae looks around the circle of girls (read: a drunken mess of fits and giggles) and settles back on her ‘favourite unnie’ (sinb’s words, not hers). “sinb. truth or-“
“dare.” the other girl smirks and clicks the bones in her hands with her fingers. “finally the time has come. do your worst!”
“i dare you to climb the edge of the dorm.” yewon says triumphantly. the dorm falls silent before a wave of voices attack the youngest member.
“YEWON, YOU CAN’T SAY THAT!”
“oh god, sinbyah’s gonna die! DON’T DIE, SINBYAH.”
“you know she’ll fail, right?” a specific voice whispers in yewon’s ear.
“of course i do, unnie. this is my plan to get sinb and yerin unnie to kiss.” the maknae says with an uncharacteristic evil and mystery in her voice that makes the leader’s eyes go wide in response.
“you’re sly, yewon. you really are sneaky.”
the members file out of the door to their apartment, grabbing their coats and jackets as they leave, and make their way to look up at their apartment building. yerin wraps a scarf and thick coat around sinb, and clings to her like a koala, until eunha pulls them apart and nudges the younger girl towards the wall.
“up you go. send me a post card from the top.” eunha says huffily, cocooning herself further in her oversized coat from how freezing it was in seoul at this time of night. “and, brat, try not to die. or do, it’s whatever.”
sinb momentarily looks touched, bringing a hand to hover over her heart. “aw unnie, you’re so sweet to me.”
eunha huffs in reply and goes to stand next to yuna to try and steal her huge, woollen scarf.
after a few attempts of climbing the wall, mainly filled by sinb scratching her knees on the bricks and whining for her unnie’s to ‘give her a leg up’, sojung declares that she stops before she actually does break something right before comeback season, which would weigh heavy on the other members as well as herself.
pouting, eyebrows turned downwards, sinb turns to face her friends. “i don’t want to kiss any of you.”
“any of us? that’s rude, sinbyah. i’m hurt.” yuna fake sniffles, pretending to cry into her scarf around eunha’s neck.
“surely you could pick one of us, instead of spinning the bottle, if that makes it easier?” yewon supplies, catching sojung’s eye with a smile.
sinb groans, rubbing her eyes with her hands. “can we go back inside so i can think straight?”
“nothing straight about it, sinbyah~” yerin sings, grinning widely and running over to pinch the younger’s cheeks. sinb blushes heavily, although covered by the scarf her unnie gave her earlier, and swats at yerin’s hand to get her away.
when back inside, all eyes turn on the birthday girl. she sighs and remains standing when the other girls form a circle around her.
“i feel like i’m on trial.” mutters sinb.
“you are.” deadpans eunha in reply. yuna cackles with laughter at the shorter girl’s bluntness.
“i want yerin unnie.” sinb finally says. where she meant to sound hesitant, she instead sounded sure of her decision; and that made sojung smile and throw an arm across yewon’s shoulder in congratulations.
“oh, you want yerin unnie, huh?” yuna teases, pushing a distant, confused yerin up from her seat and into the middle of the circle for the other girls to observe.
“i didn’t mean it like that! unnie!” sinb moans, flapping her arms around like a headless chicken and distancing herself from the blonde standing in front of her. yerin, finally catching up to the situation, grabs the younger’s hands in hers and brings her back in close.
looking into her eyes for hesitation, or even fear, yerin asks her quietly, “if you really don’t want to do this, we don’t have to, okay? just say the word and i’ll make them shut up and leave you alone.” yerin confirms with a nod of her head.
“no, no, i will. just,” sinb flaps her hands about, detaching them from her unnie, only to put them side by side on her face, slightly squishing her soft cheeks with her palms as she does so. “don’t make it weird.” yerin nods once and blinks at the younger as she advances.
licking her lips, sinb blocks out the jeers of the members and leans in to close the small gap between the two of them. not long after, a pair of sweet, full lips meet her own gently and she closes her eyes.
following sinb’s lead, the blonde also closes her eyes, and warps her longer limbs around the younger, encasing her and essentially brining her closer, so their chests touched.
seconds fly past them, but all the two feel is magic. their lips move against each other with a new found interest, going beyond the easily bendable rules of the penalty- which didn’t specify duration or depth of the kiss. sinb pulls yerin even closer, pushing her lips against the elders with more fever and determination. yerin reciprocates with the same enthusiasm, clutching at the younger’s jumper and pulling her shoulders ever closer to her body.
reality finally snaps back when a shrill wolf whistle is made and a voice shouts: “get a room!” which leaves the tipsy girls falling over each other with laughter.
yerin pulls back first, opening her eyes and licking her ruby coloured lips. they make eye contact when sinb eventually does the same, and mentally agree to talk about this later.
later that night, when snores fill the apartment, a marginally sober pair sneak out of their beds and walk together to the living area. sinb grumbles about wanting to sleep, but agrees that her and yerin need a serious talk about their kiss.
“i’m sorry for roping you in to kiss me.” sinb shuffles, shy and embarrassed, kicking her socked feet against the hard, wooden floor between them.
the elder takes a deep breath to psych herself up. “i wanted to.”
“you wanted to kiss me?” sinb frowns at the floor, too afraid to look up at her unnie.
yerin grabs sinb’s chin carefully and tilts her head up to look at her. “i wanted to kiss you. i think… i know that i really, really like you, sinbyah. everything about you. i love your smiles, your laugh, your personality. i love how smart you are, how sensitive you area round the members like yewon said earlier… i love your dancing and your voiced i mean, have you seen yourself? who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”
sinb remains quiet, processing the information.
yerin begins to move away, giving the younger her much needed space.“ i know you don’t know how to deal with all this so, i’ll go and let you think about all this-“ sinb snaps her head up at those words.
“i really, really like you too, unnie.” sinb whispers, reaching out for yerin. pulling her into a hug, sinb mumbles into her hair, “i can’t believe you actually feel the same way.”
yerin nods softly, grinning as she pulls back and looks at her dongsaeng. “i thought you told me not to make things weird.” she jokes, knocking her fist into sinb’s shoulder to tease her further.
sinb just rolls her eyes fondly, and drags the blonde in for a proper kiss with no distractions.