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The room had already been hot when Hosook first stepped foot in it, the windows wide open but the curtains drawn close. The air was thick and Hosook’s skin was damp from her sweat, the thin shirt clinging to her chest and her bra not making things any better. She wore a black skirt that barely went past her thighs but the heat in the room made it feel like she wore the thickest winter clothes.
There, on the other side of the room, sat the owner of the oven-like room. Min Yoonji. The girl wore over waist black shorts and a black crop top. She wore her typical doc martens as she sat on the black couch underneath the window. Black black and more black . The room looked like straight out of Pinterest when you type in grunge room . Vinyl records from bands Hosook never heard about hanging on the walls and light chains hanging from the ceiling.
There was smoke everywhere above Yoonji and Hosook noticed the cigarette - no - the blunt hanging from her lips. Her eyes were lidded as she rested her feet on the small coffee table while staring at Hosook standing inside the door frame. Her gaze burning and her cat like eyes going right through Hosook’s body.
The girl doesn’t know why it felt like that with Yoonji, the only person who ever looked at her like that. The only one who looked at her with pure adoration and heat filled in every gap in between. The others (read: the football boys like Jungkook and Taehyung) looked at her like they look at every other girl that wears a skirt to school and to say that Hosook didn’t like the attention would be a lie.
But it was different with Yoonji. The older girl looked at her differently, different than every other girl friend Hosook had.
Hosook heard romours about Yoonji being attracted to girls, which didn’t bother Hoseok at all.
“Stop standing there and come over here,” Yoonji laughed with the blunt between her lips as she slid down on her couch. She let out a little laugh when Hosook jumped out of her little day dream of Yoonji staring at Hosook during their lunch break or any other possible moment.
There was a little sunlight coming through the little crack of the curtains when Hosook pasts the window, slowly walking over to the older girl blowing thick smoke into the air. Usually, meeting up with Yoonji leads to deep conversations about music and Hosook’s newest dance competition that is just around the corner and what she’s going to wear and all the inportant stuff. Yoonji even suggests going shopping together even though Hosook knows how much she hates it’s it deep inside.
But this time, this time it was different. They stayed quiet and Hosook watched Yoonji blow air into the air, her blunt growing smaller and smaller with every drag. To be honest, Hosook never knew Yoonji smoked. Cigarettes, yes, but no drugs . The way her lips curled lazily around the end of the blunt was mesmerising.
There was a moment when Hosook looked down to Yoonji’s smooth and pale legs but then looked back at her own. Tanned and long, her skirt suddenly way too short for this situation. Maybe she should have settled with shorts this time so that she could’ve laid back like Yoonji but now she felt so exposed in front of her friend.
“Chill a little Hosook. You’re so stiff, honey,” Yoonji’s smooth voice suddenly said next to Hosook’s ear, blowing some smoke against her already red skin. The younger woman felt her sweaty skin relax with Yoonji’s barely a centimetre away from it. But at the same time, she couldn’t relax one bit with Yoonji’s hand just barely a millimetre away from her thigh. She wanted her to grab it and squeeze it in her perfect hand with perfect manicured fingernails. She wanted Yoonji to touch her waist and let her fingers slide along her trained and lean stomach.
Those thoughts confused Hosook, she never thought about someone touching her skin in places she never had been touched before. And it had to be a girl who is the badass bitch herself, Min Yoonji. The one who doesn’t care about gender roles with her boys haircut and the motorcycle in her garage. The one who has tiny tattoos all around her body which look absolutely stunning when it gets wet. Hosook likes to think back to the last summer, when they were at the beach with a few friends. It had been Hosook dragging Yoonji out with her friends even though the older girl didn’t want to go one bit but she looked so stunning in her bathing suit.
But now she was the one exposed, her thighs on top of each other and squeezed shut. She had to hold her breath as she felt Yoonji not retreating and breathing against her skin, only a piece of paper could fit between the space of Yoonji’s lips and Hosook’s neck.
“You’re it relaxing at all,” Yoonji laughed again and this time, she moved back. Not quiet out of Hosook’s space but far enough to look at her reddened cheeks and the lidded eyes in front of her.
Yoonji didn’t expect a replay when he brought the blunt back to her lips as she leaned further back, throwing herself against the couch again. But Hosook caught her wrist and slightly pulled her back in.
“I’ve never tried..” Yoonji notices what Hosook means, her eyes fixed on her lips and the blunt in between them. And suddenly she got an idea. She moved in again, incrediblely close. Yoonji tossed off her doc martins before he kneeled on her couch right above Hosook’s frame, catching her off guard. She stared at the younger girl’s wide eyes and the pinkish shining lips, she must be wearing lip gloss with how shiny it was.
Yoonji pulled the blunt back to her mouth and took a long drag, moving in to blow it right above Hosook’s mouth, the hot thing was that they didn’t break eye contact and Yoonji noticed Hosook’s eyemake up and instantly wanted to tear her teasing skirt off her perfect hips.
Hosook was beautiful in every way, her personality only added to her beauty. Her beautiful smile when she was geniually happy for someone or when she heard the lamest joke.
But lately Hosook got bolder, cutting her skirts and shorts. Wearing crop tops that showed her beautiful lean body and just letting her hair grow long. Her hair was beautiful and the way she always played with it made Yoonji go crazy. She wanted to tuck on it lightly and show Hosook just how much it was driving her crazy so she would think about it every time she touches it.
Yoonji couldn’t think straight when she observed Hosook’s beautiful brown eyes staring at her lips. The air was thick and she dreamed about kissing those pillow like lips and caress her face with her fingertips. She also dreamed about watching her face twist in pleasure when Yoonji goes down on her, she dreams about kissing away this stupid lily cute lip gloss.
And then she places a careful hand on Hosook’s thighs that shake with nervousness. There was a soft sound coming from soft lips that are so close to Yoonji’s own.
“Such a cute girl, never tasted danger on her tongue.” She says so causually while playing with Hosook’s thigh. Yoonji knew that the blunt was already burned down and that the effect is showing because she would’ve never done that when being sober. Never trusted herself enough to choose the right words when being with Hosook.
“Yoonji..” Hosook says and touches the older girl’s arm, trying to still the motion because it was just so overwhelming.
“Right, right.” Yoonji says as she moved further in. Her lips just half a centimetre away from Hosook’s own.
“Just let me tease a little.”