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“you know, it’s such a shame you’ve got that idiotic ‘no kissing my roommates’ rule,” bora starts, unceremoniously sprawling herself onto the chair next to yoohyeon, a pile of books messily taking place around her on the dinner table. “i can assure you i would be the greatest kiss you’d ever have.”
“i’m sure you would.” the younger deadpans, unamused by the older girl’s antics.
“mhm! not to toot my own horn, but i would rock your world if you’d let me.” bora smirks teasingly, adorning her words an exaggerated wink at the end for good measure.
it was a spineless proposal, really, one that bora knew would never be accepted by her roommate (bora would openly flirt with her and she would always wave her advances off with a laugh; it was their thing ). which is why it’s an understatement to say that bora is taken by surprise when yoohyeon closes the book she’s currently holding and turns to look at her with an unfamiliar glint in her eyes (that might have (of course not, definitely not) made bora’s heart falter in its beating).
“prove it, then.” yoohyeon’s eyes roam her roommate’s body from head to toe, making a show of checking her out, before her gaze makes its way back to her eyes.
“w-what?” bora is aware of the way her voice pathetically cracks by the end of her useless response. she is also aware of the blush creeping up her neck, a second away from making her look like a fucking tomato. she definitely does not need yoohyeon’s stupid ( so stupid) growing smirk to remind her that she was, in fact, making a fool of herself, even though she was the one who started all of this.
“i said,” the younger girl places her hands on the table, supporting her weight as she moves closer to bora. “ prove it, then. ”
the way yoohyeon launches herself forward in a movement faster than the speed of light has bora stumbling backwards and off the chair she was sitting on. her butt finds the ground and she huffs, annoyed, when she looks up and catches yoohyeon doing a very poor job of keeping a straight face before she explodes into her annoying (not really) signature kettle-like scream-laugh that never fails to make an involuntary soft smile creep on bora’s face (which she always denies with a roll of her eyes when confronted about it and this time would not be the exception).
bora dramatically gets up on her feet, taking her time to dust off her pants, before sitting next to yoohyeon again and (completely not affectionately) pushing her head out of the way.
“ha ha, very funny,” she lightly bumps the younger girl with her shoulder as she lets out a breathless chuckle, “shut up and go back to studying, nerd.”