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The cheers settle down as fans clear out from the send-off and the girls wave their hands till the very last person is out the door. The energy in the room, however, is still very much immense with the rush of post-concert dopamine hitting simultaneously. The concert went by without a hitch, in the blink of an eye. It’s going to take a moment for the excitement to ease off but this has never been an issue.
“It’s Maya’s turn on the diary and Chisa’s on the polaroid!” A staff member reminds them.
Chisa is already skipping ahead with Maya in tow towards the holding area, “Alright!”
It goes without saying that the rest of them are left to get ready for a late dinner as a group. So, the girls typically dissipate and gather back at the same area once all is done. An hour at most.
Hinata is working on the belt of her silver shorts when she hears footsteps padding towards the changing room she’s in.
Three gentle knocks. “Hinati, it’s Juri. Are you decent?” Juria’s voice is muffled through the wooden door.
The older girl is only really left with changing out of her bottoms, “Yeah, you can come in.”
Juria enters, throwing a glance over her shoulder at the hallway before closing the door quietly. She turns around and is welcomed by the sight of Hinata leaning her head against the wall, arms crossed, with a knowing smile plastered on her face.
“Missed me already?”
“Knock it off…” The taller girl scoffs, nose crinkling cutely in the way that it always does as she playfully looks away, muttering, “... also yes.”
Hinata brightens up even more, “Oh, baby, you’re always flattering me.”
Juria takes a step forward, their feet barely touching before cupping Hinata’s cheeks. She turns them to look at the full-length mirror, “Well have you seen you? It’s impossible not to.”
They both make eye contact through the glass. To the younger’s horror (and endearment), Hinata’s tongue quickly peeks out from the corner of her mouth to lick at the girl’s pinky.
“Hii-chan!” She whines, brows furrowing.
“Juria~” Hinata giggles, softly getting a hold of her girlfriend’s wrist. She kisses her palm. Juria purses her lips, the hummingbirds in her stomach singing.
She makes a show of wiping the finger against Hinata’s striped tank top, a little petty. This earns another chuckle from Hinata as she tugs Juria by the loop of her cargo jeans, finally pulling her into a full-body hug. They stay in that position with Juria’s legs enclosing Hinata’s.
Hinata tucks a stray lock of hair behind Juria’s ear, slowly carding her fingers through the tresses after, “What’s the occasion, my love? You couldn’t even wait for me to be fully changed.”
“Well! You didn’t say no, so.” Juria squints and sucks her teeth. She looks around the small space innocently while slinking her lithe arms around Hinata’s shoulders. “Anyways. I’m just really happy,”
She mindlessly starts rubbing on the exposed milky skin in circular motions, comforting, “And I wanted to let you know that I’m so thankful to be doing this with you by my side. Along with the others, of course. I can’t imagine having anyone else. I feel like the luckiest girl alive.”
Hinata is listening attentively, gaze unwavering and affectionate, holding her gently. She feels seen, understood, and her heart swells with warmth — love, unbridled.
“That makes the two of us, then.” The shorter girl chimes, lowering her hands to rub Juria’s back. Juria beams and Hinata follows suit. Euphoria in its purest and most delicate form. There’s just one thing that can make this precious day, evening, ten times better.
Hinata feels a finger hooking onto the strap of her top, a telltale sign that the blonde is scheming.
Juria’s line of sight unabashedly falls onto Hinata’s lips, “But I’ve also been thinking about how beautiful and handsome you look these days… and we haven’t really gotten time to just ourselves which is a shame.”
Hinata leans in and plants a chaste kiss on the tip of Juria’s nose, “Yeah? So you’re planning on fixing that?”
“Bingo…” Juria rests her forehead against Hinata’s and they bask in each other’s presence — a pleasant buzz thrumming beneath their skin. Amplifying whenever they touch.
“Cute.”
Juria blushes. It’s astonishing how the older girl never fails to elicit such a reaction from Juria over the simplest things. Even after being together for almost two years. Smitten is an understatement.
Hinata catches Juria zeroing in on her mouth again, the prettiest brown irises giving way to pupils dilating. Her heart soars. To want and to receive is a gift. To be wanted and to be able to give is an honour. Juria can have everything, already has access to everything Hinata can possibly offer. The younger tilts her head down this time, angling her lips along Hinata’s pillowy ones, lining them up — and takes.
It’s soft, the way they kiss. They’re taking their time, tracing every familiar curve with their own lips. Hinata’s bottom lip is so full, it’s always tempting to take a bite and Juria doesn’t have much of a good streak when it comes to holding back. It’s exactly what got her in Hinata’s changing room in the first place. Why bother starting now?
They separate momentarily for a breath of air, alternating their positions. When their lips touch once more, Juria seizes the opportunity to sink her teeth down, nibbling. Hinata gasps, breath stuttering, as a low, choked sound involuntarily leaves the back of her throat. Pretty. Juria smiles into the kiss.
Hinata tugs Juria impossibly close, palms pressing on her lower back, exposed from the grey tank top riding up slightly. The latter sighs at the warmth spreading from the contact, arching into Hinata as she cradles the girl’s jaw softly, deepening the kiss. Hinata is fully leaning against the partition at this point with Juria firmly keeping her in place.
Everything is dizzying in the best of ways — lips locked, bodies flushed together. Making out with Hinata will always be one of Juria’s favourite pastimes. She’s been craving this all day, even if it’s only been two days since they last did. Two days too long in Juria’s book. And it feels just right wrapping the occasion up like this; in a safe embrace, confessions of love in abundance, overflowing, in their mannerisms and actions. From the distance between them, if any at all, to the way their lips slot perfectly in tandem, seeking, seeking and seeking.
Providing is something Hinata excels at, and it’s not a trait that is present solely within the context of their relationship. She is independent and reliable as is. As a result, people gravitate towards her for support and Juria admires that. So, she holds Hinata’s emotions in high regard and it’s most fulfilling when Hinata is visibly delighted. Exceptionally thrilling when she’s in search of something and Juria can help (with Juria being the very thing she’s looking for sometimes). Oh, she is irrevocably in love. And she knows she is incredibly loved.
They finally part, gradually, eyes fluttering open. Juria looks dreamy — a little breathless, pink dusting her cheeks, lips fuller than usual, glistening. Her honey blonde hair is a bit tousled, fringe just a little off-centre, strands of hair falling out of place but it’s painfully attractive to Hinata. Wishes she could snap a picture to immortalise the view but she doesn’t have her camera with her. Committing it to memory will have to do for now.
“You’re staring.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like it.” Juria slants, lightly bumping her nose against Hinata’s.
The younger’s voice has gotten gravelly just a tinge, noticeably enough for Hinata to deliberately remind herself that they’re still very much in public. And it’s like Juria is all too aware of what’s going on in Hinata’s mind, tittering with a glint in her doe eyes. Hinata scrunches her nose and pecks Juria’s lips.
“Alright, Bambi—...!” Hinata jolts. Juria is swiftly peppering the column of her throat with kisses, giggling as she does so like an excited puppy.
“I… love… you… so… much…” She couples each word with a smooch, trailing down till the edge of her shoulder. Juria keeps her mouth there a second longer, pulling back with an accentuated smack of her lips. Hinata is in a daze with the dopiest smile, afloat.
“Hinata…?” Jurin suddenly cuts in from outside, knocking on the door softly.
That brought her back down to earth in an instant.
She clears her throat, “Yeah…? I’m here.” Juria’s eyes widen comically, mischief playing on her lips as she stays silent. Hinata raises a brow.
“Juria told me she was gonna take a while in the toilet. You’re the only one left besides her and we’re all ready. You’re okay, right?”
The older’s mouth falls agape, questioning the girl in her arms with her gaze. Juria simply shrugs, jutting out her lip and tilting her head to the side nonchalantly.
“I’m fine! I’ll be with you in a second. Actually— you can wait with the others in the waiting room.”
“Sure thing, take your time.”
They wait till the sound of footsteps disappear completely.
Hinata gives an incredulous look, “The toilet… seriously?”
Juria rolls her eyes, all bark but no bite, “Enough with the sass unless you’ve got better excuses. For now, let me help.” She makes quick work of the belt secured around Hinata’s waist, unbuckling and loosening the shorts right after.
Hinata quickly reaches over for the pair of black shorts hanging right before Juria yanks the silver ones down in one rapid motion.
The taller girl remarks, “Cute undies by the way.”
“You literally bought them for me.”
“Exactly.” She sneaks a brief kiss on Hinata’s hip while she’s at it. She really can’t help it.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Juria quips, “No, I’m your lovely girlfriend.”
After Hinata has gotten into the black shorts, Juria helps her into each of her thigh stockings, unrolling them carefully up the length of her legs. She’s greeted with a kiss on her temple when she stands back up and the fondest, “Thank you. I love you so much too.” Hinata reaches out to pull on her tank top, straightening it out together with her cropped tee.
Juria pats down purple curls affectionately, managing one last forehead kiss. She passes the black hoodie to her lover and lays Hinata’s encore outfit across her forearm as they head out. Hinata is leading them to the holding area, hands intertwined, when they see Jurin waiting by the doorway.
“Woah! Both of you! Great.” She beams, ever so softly. “I will not be commenting about how the toilet is at the opposite side... or that” Jurin eyes the encore outfit hanging on Juria’s arm.
“However, I do have to say you have some lipstick stains on your neck, Hinata.” She finishes, amused more than anything.
“I need the ground to swallow me right now.”
Juria attempts to interject, “I’d sw—”
But Hinata ends it hastily, “Juria my love, please, you’re not helping.” Nevermind the fact that this isn't anywhere near the worst state she's been perceived, though.