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“Umph!” Nicha grunts when Miyeon, almost easily as if it was an expertise, settles her weight on her lap after pouncing on her with a giggle. Naturally, her one hand finds its way to settle on Miyeon’s lower back to prevent her from falling whilst her other never leaves the phone she was holding.
With a giddy look on her face, Miyeon snakes her arms around Nicha’s shoulders. Her eyes catch the sight of her girlfriend, to her dismay, still completely focused on whatever she was doing on her phone prior. After a few seconds, however, Nicha’s arm fully wraps around her waist, an action despite being so small sending her into overdrive, and Nicha’s other arm moves behind Miyeon’s back before she plays with her phone again. In this position, their arms are wrapped around each other — pushing Miyeon further into her in a way that’s all too intimate.
“Min,” Miyeon sighs in content and presses her face into the crook of Nicha’s neck. A sweet burst of hearty honeysuckle scent rushes through her nostrils; she thinks life can’t get any better than staying in the comfort of her embrace.
“I had such a great day today, you know?” Miyeon says, “I stopped by my favorite café earlier, and there was a dog! A cute little dog! You know I like really, really cute animals, so I couldn’t help but want to pet it. I did, but not without asking first… it’s rude not to ask for permission first. And a lot of other stuff came up today — what about you?”
She doesn’t hear anything from Nicha, though, aside from the occasional taps of her nails against the phone screen, the 8-bit sound effects from the game, and annoyed clicks of her tongue. So, she sits up, almost blocking Nicha’s line of vision completely, and before Miyeon starts to scold her for not paying attention to her, she takes the time to study the Thai’s face — her frustration is evident in her furrowed eyebrows, lips pursed together, glasses comfortably sat atop the corners of her nose. And only then after she’s taken her sweet time drinking in such beauty she speaks.
“Aren’t you gonna say anything to me?” Miyeon huffs, alluding to the need of hearing a phrase like ‘love you’, or ‘hey baby’, or… or any acknowledgment at all! There’s now a small pout on her face that makes her look anything close to a grumpy bunny who’s been deprived of head scratches from its owner.
“Mhm…” Nicha hums dismissively. Miyeon stays silent in anticipation, but dread eventually sinks in when that’s pretty much all she has to say. Or hum. Or sound. Ugh, is she being serious right now? What’s so important about this game that’s got her so busy? In the midst of her coquetry, though, she doesn’t back out of it.
Miyeon first starts by letting out a small grunt — it almost gets Nicha’s attention, because there’s a dust of pink on her cheeks from how cute that sound was — and looks down at her like a puppy dog. She ultimately fails and decides to switch tactics: an act of playful seduction.
The blonde dances her fingers down to Nicha’s defined collarbone, tracing patterns on it, before she slides them up against her jawline to caress the smooth skin. At this point, her eyes become half-lidded as they stare at her girlfriend’s lips. Nicha moves slightly, swallowing a lump in her throat, and nervously looks into Miyeon’s eyes before she looks back at her phone again.
The Korean’s expression quickly turns into a scowl. How could anyone resist a charm like hers? This must be some kind of sick joke Nicha’s trying to play on her — was she finding some twisted enjoyment in denying Miyeon at least an ounce of her affection? What benefit could she even get from this at all? She’s decided; she abandons the idea of trying to get Nicha to look at her using discreet gestures and confronts her directly with a firm yank of her collar.
“Minnie!” Miyeon whines petulantly, and Nicha finally turns to her with wide eyes.
“Mi… Miyeon! I’m gonna lose!” Nicha struggles to get a hold of herself when Miyeon’s hands move to holding her face, effectively forcing her to look directly at her albeit in sheer panic.
At least she’s looking at her now, and Miyeon thinks she likes this side of her more. Now she’s gained a little bit of control, she might as well fool around for a while.
“Oh, Minnie,” Miyeon coos, pretending to ponder for a bit, “let me think about it. Should I let my baby play her video game for a little bit more? Or should I not?” Her tone admittedly comes off more sinister than intended — more sickening, like a predator playing with its prey before consuming it.
“Please?” Nicha begs initially. Miyeon would’ve considered it, but after what she’s been doing the past ten, or twenty, minutes? Maybe not. Instead, she sinks her soft lips into Nicha’s own and relishes in the taste of strawberry that meets her then. She notices how it lightly catches her girlfriend off-guard, how she lets out a little yelp, but she smiles after sensing reciprocation from the latter.
The arms around her tighten. Her waist now has two, completely empty, hands on it — she figures Nicha dropped her phone in defeat after it sounded out ‘you lose’ — so Miyeon, with a satisfied smile, tilts her head to the side as she deepens the kiss.
Nicha is losing at her game, while Miyeon’s sure as hell winning.
They sit like that for thirty seconds — relishing in the feeling of one’s lips pressing up against the other whilst the room gets a tad bit warmer — but before anything escalates, the blonde’s the first one to pull away. She can’t help but let out a laugh; even after only a few moments of kissing, Nicha already looks hot and bothered with her glasses slid below her nose and her hair ever so slightly disheveled.
“What’s so funny?” the raven-haired girl says timidly, her hands slowly rubbing Miyeon’s sides up and down like clay.
“Nothing, I just think you looked cute,” Miyeon giggles and fixes Nicha’s silver glasses, although not without leaving a small kiss on her forehead after. As adorable as she looks, Miyeon is still infuriated with her. She has every right to feel so, anyway. “So a kiss is what it takes for you to actually notice me after thirty minutes?”
“I didn’t mean to ignore you, Mi,” Nicha sheepishly replies, “it was rude of me, I know. I tend to ignore other people around me sometimes, but that’s not an excuse for my actions.”
Miyeon gets quite stunned. Did Nicha really think she was about to experience five levels worth of wrath? Sure, Miyeon was annoyed, but that didn’t mean she was going to nearly murder the Thai over it, “It’s okay. I’m not actually mad at you.”
“You’re too nice, Mi.” The way Nicha looks up to her — like a lost and pitiful kitten so cute — makes her want to squeeze her face really, really hard. She doesn’t act on such a violent action, still, and kisses her not too deep this time.
“Don’t worry about it,” Miyeon reassures her and taps her shoulder lightly, “you should have your full attention on me now. How about that?”
“My pleasure.” Nicha chuckles. Before she can even say anything else, her girlfriend kisses her again. And again on her nose, then again on her forehead, finally again on both of her cheeks. With a light grip on Miyeon’s shirt (technically Nicha’s shirt, she only borrowed it), she continues, “Baby, what’s with all the kisses? Do you want something from me?”
“Can’t I kiss you without reason?” Miyeon pouts. How dare Nicha think she’s doing all these actions just for the sole reason of coercing her to fulfill a selfish need.
“Of course you can, I was just checking in. Kiss me all you want,” the other offers, and really, who was Miyeon to pass up on the opportunity? Definitely not when it involved her settling on the lap of an incredibly attractive woman. Cupping Nicha’s right cheek, Miyeon leans in once more.
”Wanna tell me about your day?” Nicha asks with a finger slowly trailing up Miyeon’s stomach, narrowly pushing the hem of her shirt up, and it makes her lightheaded.
And she’s also so sure that if Yuqi was in the room with them, they’d be obliterated to bits. It’s also definitely not like she doesn’t act like that whenever she was in Soyeon’s proximity, or even in the same room with her at all.
The next two hours, when Miyeon finally gets off of Nicha’s lap to fix up her room, Yuqi, speak of the devil, arrives in their living space and holds a conversation. One of her legs is draped over the arm of the couch like it was her own house — not that Nicha minds. She doesn’t, but Miyeon definitely raises an eyebrow every now and then.
“Oh, by the way,” Yuqi hints, and Nicha turns to her in curiosity. “You have like, a ton of kiss marks on your face. Like a lot. Even on your shirt collar, were you even aware of that? You two are so gross,” she finishes with a sarcastic barf.
“Thanks,” is all Nicha says. Proudly, even.