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Audible, faint crickets echoed outside, signalling that the drizzling summer had started, and the blinding sunlight’s rays erasing any trace of the clouds left.
Cold treats were available everywhere, no longer being judged for eating (like in other seasons) as it was the cure to soothe the internal warmth in people.
Being outside was the new norm. Friends obnoxiously created new invitations to go out to new places that were ridiculously overpriced for the bare minimum, and the invitations had a foreign name impossible to pronounce slapped on them, not even ethnic!
Minjeong would straight-up decline, her foolish friends (better to call them acquaintances) knew that the woman barely went outside and only for necessities. Always cooped up in her bedroom, doing whatever… she does.
That has several meanings.
Despite her mother’s protests against her hostility at social interactions, forcing her to accept the friendly outings sometimes and step out of her comfort zone: Minjeong found around it by excusing that she was sick or that she had a headache and had to take a much-needed nap.
College was enough, that hell hole forced her to interact with other beings. Nobody was tolerable to hang out with, although the woman made sacrifices and surprisingly made friends that she would use as leverage to not be an avoidable loner again.
Ningning was an exception, a weirdo like her. She took a liking towards her since they had similar interests in the most childish things, also she preferred to be quiet and in her own space too.
During summer, she had everything needed to avoid her other friends in the forced friend group. The group chat they made, Minjeong was 100% certain they had separate ones for the smaller, closer friendships in it.
She couldn’t care less about that, it’s their problem—not hers.
Back to the problem that had been nagging her for days and days on end: her mother.
Who has stopped blindly believing in Minjeong’s endless excuses and whining, and would kick her out cruelly into the outside world, delusional that she would create some friends by herself for once?
Child abuse, clearly.
Ugh.
Minjeong loathed summer, the whole concept itself had irked her. She preferred the cold, winter breeze that welcomed her and the early nights that embraced the skies.
Also, she didn’t have to go outside and stay in the darkness where she habitated in.
Now, she was stuck outside, dealing with children’s piercing cries in the hot and humid air that suffocated her. Sweat freely trickled down her jaw, moisture glistened on her chapped lips and her throat closed in; she was dying for water.
Water, some hydration. She couldn’t stay in this park any longer, inmediately scrambling to her aching feet, she rushed out while fanning herself.
She came to the conclusion to find an enclosed, a public place that seemed private: quiet and comfortable. At this point, a shelter would do.
Passing by countless shops, grocery stores, and buzzing bazaars nearby that she’d rather get burned alive on a spinning stick than willingly get swallowed by the unhinged crowds in it, she halted in her frantic steps.
A library.
Somewhere where it was forbidden to share whispers, enclosed and people from her classes would never be found in. Rustling of crisp papers brushing against each other, and books slamming softly would be the only source of noise in the place.
It seemed small, easily dismissed. Where a soul would barely exist in there.
Perfect.
Minjeong didn’t read much; she doesn’t remember the last time she picked up a book and actually read it. She never understood the appeal for it, her dear friend Ningning had a creepy obsession with them, babbling about how it would be a dream to get kidnapped by a hot, burly mafia man.
It was concerning. Not like she could be the one judging her for practically salivating over book porn, she’s the one who fantasises on sex every night, imagining her (one of many) crush engaging the sweet intimacy with her that she craved so much.
Despite the obvious fact that Minjeong had her first and only kiss when she was four, losing it to an oblivious girl who innocently did it for friendly purposes, naive that she changed her whole perspective on girls for her whole life.
Minjeong entered eagerly, opening to a nice, cool small space that had one woman at the counter with her glasses awkwardly positioned on her face. Weirdly silent, too
No acknowledgement and no curious glasses casted, just met by a quiet yet welcoming dismissal.
Intrigued, Minjeong tilted her head slightly before approaching the counter without thinking. Very rarely that it was a miracle, she was initiating human interaction first. Anxious, her heart pounded violently against her ribcage as her hands instinctively clasped each other.
Rigid, she stood there. “Hi,” the greeting was ripped out of her throat, Minjeong didn’t know that starting a conversation was this difficult.
The woman’s head snapped up, her eyes widening cartoonishly when she took in the sudden stranger that appeared out of nowhere.
Nobody came here, it was a peaceful and relaxing job that required her lounging on the creaking, spinning chair or laying on the broken sofa that she stubbornly believed wouldn’t break whenever she put her entire weight on it.
Elder seniors would visit most days, or it was relatively empty.
So, when the young woman visited, that was a shock to her entire nervous system. What would people like her doing here?
“H-hi.” Jimin stammered, her cheeks flushing a bright red which wasn’t from the unbearable heat. Humiliated by the first interaction, her head lowers back into her book to distract herself from embarrassing herself any further.
She wished the book would swallow her whole right now.
“Is there any book you can recommend?” Surprisingly, Minjeong continued smoothly, desperate to hide her knotting anxiety that was entangling in her stomach.
She didn’t care about any books, she focused intensely on the poor woman before her who seemed worse than her in terms of… being social.
Intense as in eyes locked in with hers, unblinking and pupils slightly dilated, mirroring whenever she would see her favourite porn video she thought she lost years ago that she never forgot about to this day.
“Well… uhh, it depends on your taste. Just tell me the genre.” A crooked grin widened on her lips, trying to be as friendly as possible to this one customer that came today. Surely, she didn’t want to scare her off.
Warily, the other woman returned the unspoken gesture back with a subtle smile, barely there but noticeable enough to see. Certainly finding it cute, adorable.
Sexy, included too. Minjeong strongly believed that this precious being absolutely smittened by books was trying to seduce her.
And it was working well, too well.
“Hm, I think I prefer romance.” She chirped, confident suddenly. If Ningning saw this, she would have collapsed into a years-long coma.
“Romance?” Jimin parroted, reluctantly extracting her body—which at this point was attached to the old chair—and made her way to the stacks of books, brushing her fingers subconsciously against them.
Her eyes narrowed behind the glasses, zooming in to ones that were appropriate to offer this mysteriously gorgeous woman. To not seem desperate or related to that, she had to keep her cool.
Finally, she paused and found a book that piqued her interest. It was sappy but had a strong plot and characters with hot descriptions. Possibly, it could please the woman too!
Not in a weird way, of course.
“Maybe this one?” Jimin reached out, the book heavy in her hands and Minjeong accepted it.
The latter examined the book, not bothering with the lengthy, ominous description and the quotes of its previous reader begging through the page to give it a try. Maybe, or she would throw the book at her friend to judge it.
“Yeah,” she nodded and glanced up, her eyes meeting with those pair of eyes that she had never seen before.
They lived in a city—a big one—yes, but the world is small? This woman was completely new, and Minjeong had wished she would see her sooner instead now.
On a humid, hot day that left her desperate, sweaty and dehydrated like a shrivelled up leaf left neglected on the hardened and pitifully cracked dirt.
This beautiful librarian’s eyes glittered in something new, entirely rare and unusual these days, with passion. A burning passion that couldn’t be unseen in those, alluring dark eyes that could send Minjeong in a spiral without blinking an eye.
Smaller details weren’t discriminated either, the mole underneath her lips; the woman wanted to pamper it with kisses all day long. A subtle, deep dimple would poke through whenever she expressed emotions directly through her right cheek muscles or simply flash that dorky smile.
That was it.
Minjeong wanted her badly.
“Can I stay here? And is this free?” She questioned rapidly, about to sputter on her vomit of words mushed together.
Jimin let out a genuine bark of laughter, unable to stifle it.
Maliciously intended or not, Minjeong was officially swooned.
“Free? Of course! I-it’s a library, it’s supposed to be free. Please return it though… not in a rude way or that I think you’re suspicious and could—“
With her thumb, Minjeong carefully silenced the rambling librarian by pressing it against her lips, feeling the grace of the fruity lip balm she used earlier before she entered.
“I’ll return it when I’m done with it. You trust me, right?” This was out of the woman’s zone, it was as if she couldn’t recognise herself in the moment.
It felt intimate, far over the automatically established lines between them that were blurring before they registered it.
“Y-yes, of course.”
Minjeong decided to stay, striding towards a table nearby and sliding down the wooden chair, opening the book.
Ever so barely, she read it. One sentence led to another, making her question her life decisions because of how unrealistically it was written, and how irritating the main character was acting.
No self respect, no nothing!
Minjeong had to get Ningning’s opinion on this utter nonsense. She wasn't professional on this matter, and yet she felt repulsed by this.
Irked.
Disgusted.
All the synonyms for the words above.
Closing the book shut, she took a deep breath and held it close to her chest. Making her way to the counter, where Jimin returned to her previous position: hunched over that it denied physics over some book she was so into.
Minjeong cleared her throat, “excuse me? Can you scan it?”
“O-oh, sorry about that!” The librarian squeaked, almost, and hurried to scan it, neatly packing the book in a plastic bag.
As she was doing that, Minjeong wanted to start another conversation. More of an interaction, starving to talk to this woman.
And time was limited, she knew that.
“The book wasn’t very good.” Wasn’t a very good start, but a scratch of something.
Jimin’s head perked up, her eyes widening. Not in hurt, not in an outrage, but in growing curiosity.
“Really? Oh, I’m.. so sorry about that. The library i-isn’t so good with romantic books.” Shyly, she admitted. When she nervously looked for the books in that forbidden genre, she didn’t recognise anything and picked randomly, praying that sheer luck would save her.
“It’s fine, really.” It sounded like sarcasm when it wasn’t, Minjeong had used sarcasm especially these days so much that it became her reflex.
“Are you sure you want to bring it home?”
Minjeong would have dumped it in the nearest trash can, or missed it and thrown it near the library to emphasise her displeasure with the service. But she couldn’t bear to do anything negative against this adorable woman.
“Yes, I do want to read it more. And I want an opinion from my friend who’s obsessed with books like a maniac.” Exasperatedly, she breathed, picking up the plastic bag from her hands where their fingers brushed against each other; it brought electric shocks to Minjeong’s entire nervous system, and paralysed her for a moment.
Jimin was unaware that it even happened.
“There… there are much better romantic books in other libraries, why did you pick this one? I-I mean it’s an old, shabby library.” She questioned, flustered that a pretty woman was near this extremely neglected building—let alone inside and borrowing a book.
Maybe she was blessed today or in her past life she saved thousands to be rewarded for this occurrence.
“It’s super hot today, and I wanted some shelter away from the sun.” Minjeong answered honestly, the plastic scrunched up into a bundle from the death hold she had on the poor bag.
“You probably don’t like summer,” Jimin noted, and jerked her chin towards the broken fan that’s cover had fallen off, becoming a hazard but the woman used it since it was the item that kept her alive during the heat.
“Nope, I hate summer.” That was a statement, a factual information to get to know the woman in general. Whenever she introduced herself, she would fixate on how horrible summer is and that if climate change became extreme—it must abolish that season immediately.
“I like summer,” the librarian gingerly told, her lips twitching up to another crooked smile that could be mistaken as a cocky smirk.
“HOW?!” Her outburst echoed throughout the cramped space, her voice bouncing off the thin walls leaving the other woman startled who covered her ears that were ringing painfully.
Minjeong noticed her reaction, and an unnerving guilt formed, hovering over her head like a dark, stormy cloud when she saw Jimin flinch back and did look spooked from her strong reaction.
“O-oh, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She rushed over, restraining herself to touch her because that would serve more despair in the hopeless situation as it is.
“Y-yeah.. I’m not used to loud noises, that’s all. You really hate summer, huh?” To divert the matter, Jimin joked dryly with a forced laugh that felt hollow and empty, hanging in the thick and tense silence between them.
“Guess so, I-I don’t like going outside.. that’s why. And I’m forced to whenever it’s sunny.” Minjeong added on unnecessarily, wanting to commit suicide already from how she ruined everything and the 0.01% chance of getting with this hot librarian.
Oh, how she hates her life.
“Me neither, I don’t like going outside much either. But in summer, it’s a bit better.” At least they were a little similar in their ways.
Only a little, maybe.
“How?” Minjeong repeated what she exclaimed moments before, contrasting her voice in a soft whisper.
“It’s sunnier, and a lot of people are outside.” Jimin reasoned, the goofy grin remaining to the point it could be creeping people out.
But the woman was in awe of it, by everything about this particular loser.
They’re both losers.
“That’s exactly why I hate summer,” Minjeong commented, her voice cracking at the end.
In deep thought, her eyebrows knitted together before clasping her hands together on the wooden desk in front of her. “That’s… exactly why I.. uh, like summer,” Jimin poked her tongue against her inner cheek, tilting her head.
“I’m going to visit often,” Minjeong voiced out, a subtle plea for a welcome of some sort. Something, a friendly reaction could do despite how socially awkward this woman is.
“Oh, really?” The librarian’s back miraculously straightened up, her head leaning towards her eagerly with a stretched grin that expressed that endearing dimple to the maximum the other woman was growing obsessed with.
Jimin was looking forward to another presence in the library. It had been growing lonely after a while, even if she was used to it and made herself content in the silence.
Another person—specifically this woman—could make her look forward to her long shifts, in the quiet or timid conversations exchanged.
“Yes, I will avoid summer here from now on.” She declared stubbornly, lifting her chin up high to emphasise her point.
“Let’s avoid summer together, even if I like it.”
From that day on, Minjeong had been going outside without being forced to, it shocked her parents who watched their daughter with jaws slacking down seeing her step out of the door to go out—not needing her mother to demand her anymore.
Whenever she visited, the hours were spent in comforting tranquility in the empty space with the librarian who would sometimes engage in slow, and hushed conversations with her.
Brief introductions, digging in deeper in their personalities rather than who they were; they preferred to know from the inner than the outer.
Interests, pet peeves, and anything that they thought off their heads.
Talking about whatever, ranging from her dinosaur collection that had been neatly arranged on the desk, and to Minjeong’s insistence on why to hate on summer.
Jimin would foolishlessly listen, her body facing hers and her eyes would be shimmering in delight as she nodded along to her furious rants of the extreme heat that could extinct humankind: taking no matter to scientific evidence since Minjeong believed her opinion made more sense.
One evening, the temperature rose up to a forbidden number that nobody could comprehend—people advised to stay inside and be in cool conditions the whole day.
Minjeong risked her health to go to the library, staying inside in front of the fan that could be played at a minimum speed, not doing much effect at all.
Her sticky, baby hair was plastered against her forehead and her lips parted to softly pant in the thick air of the small library. Jimin sat beside her directly, her eyes closed solemnly, and took in the cool air that took patronisingly slow turns at the two women at once.
The book was laid across them, Jimin was excited to show her a romance book that she took interest in. One realistic, and a strong female character who took no BS. Plus, the fictional woman reminded her so much about Minjeong, which inspired her to read it.
And finish in one night, (including the erotic scenes that Jimin was never into, and strangely got into that specific late hour).
“Hm, the book’s quite nice. I like the main character.” Minjeong breathed, her fingers brushing on the thick paper, creating a satisfying sound that soothed her flushed ears.
“Same, she… uhh, reminds me of you, Minjeong.” Jimin blushed, her cheek resting on her burning palm.
“Really?” Minjeong was taken aback and a smile reached her eyes.
“Thank you,” she cut off Jimin’s impending explosion of blabbers of apologies.
“Y-your welcome!”
Again the library went in a stillness, a pause of time as Minjeong flicked the papers forward, in the hopes of an exciting spoiler that she would look forward to.
Unfortunately, she found one.
The inappropriate… parts.
Reading the graphic details of the characters’ intercourse, the dirty whispers exchanged against their ears, and how explicit their bodies were described.
It was foreign, brand new to Minjeong. As if finding a hidden gem amidst dirt.
Maybe she started to understand Ningning after all.
“Did you read these parts, Jimin unnie?” The woman leaned in, her breath tickling her ear that made her flinch back.
Jimin’s heart dropped to her stomach.
“W-what… parts?” Hopefully, it wasn’t that she was thinking about.
Unfortunately—to her miserable luck—it was.
Her nail persistently tapped on one of the lines, the most absurd and one that was described in full detail of getting fingered.
Jimin’s face turned bright red, full bright red and a nosebleed was threatening to break out.
The heat was not helping.
“Did this remind you of me?”
Oh, fuck. Her thighs squeezed together to tune out the growing, unfamiliar arousal growing between her legs.
“I-I didn’t mean that, I’m so, so—“
“Do you want to mean it?” Minjeong pressed herself closer, her eyes boring into hers.
Jimin did, oh, she so desperately did.
This woman led her to wanting things she never considered, to things that were considered forbidden and closed off in her younger years.
Even now, with the newfound freedom, Jimin had avoided her needs and pursued her hobbies about dinosaurs that were always considered too childish for her.
The moment she was greeted by the divine beauty entering upon the library, the sun shone on her face, creating a warm tan on her face and the tiny frizzy hair sticking up that seemed so… appealing.
Attractive. Insanely so.
Her clothes, being small and exposing her toned stomach did things to Jimin. Driving her to scenarios that she didn’t want, that she tried to avoid.
It was inevitable at the end.
Jimin wanted her badly.
“Y-yeah.” She hoarse, her voice cracking.
Encouraged, Minjeong shifted to face her directly, and closed the distance between them.
The kiss was gentle, careful. Exploring each other’s lips, Jimin’s shaking hands held her waist to bring her closer until their bodies were pressed suffocatingly against each other.
A small, meek moan parted her lips, letting Minjeong’s warm tongue peek in swiftly and letting the older woman accept it.
Their tongues danced with each other, savouring the faint taste of the fruity lip balm that dissolved in their saliva mixing together in the kiss that once started hesitant, now becoming messy and rushed.
Jimin’s glasses skewed, on the verge of falling down when she felt the weak chair falling off balance from the sheer intensity; Minjeong pushed her to the floor without a doubt and climbed on top of her hungrily.
She yelped softly, the surprised whimper melting into a shaky gasp when the younger woman’s lips trailed down her jaw to her neck and nuzzled before sucking down onto the soft skin.
A hickey, a branding on her skin that could imply millions. Jimin’s quiet whine was muffled as Minjeong’s teeth grazed teasingly against the forming mark.
“Leave the glasses on, baby.” The latter demanded as if it were her right, forcing the glasses to stay upright throughout the adjustments of their position: pressed up against the shelves on the floor.
Jimin was a mess: thick strands of her infamous bob flying everywhere, on her face and standing up by itself, barely able to breathe properly, and her shirt’s buttons popped open.
“O-okay, yes.” She nodded frantically.
“Do you know how to do this, unnie?” Entertained alone by the older woman’s actions, Minjeong watched closely with a smug smile.
Jimin couldn’t lie, it was obvious anyway.
“No.. I’m sorry—“
Minjeong cut her off with a firm kiss.
“I’m a virgin too but a pervert, let’s navigate through this together.”
The older woman couldn’t help but burst into giggles, throwing her head back at the absurdity of the offer.
“Navigate?” Jimin cackled, not realising that Minjeong was serious as she stared with her eyebrows furrowed.
“Yes, navigate.” She let her teeth sink in a little before drawing out blood, savouring the older woman’s laughs fading to a startled shriek.
Her hands slithered to her shoulders to help steadying herself on Jimin’s firm thigh, once properly sat, her hips instinctively bucked up mistaking the softness as her traumatised pillow that she performed way too many tricks on than a pornstar could ever dream of.
Grinding against the thin fabric, Minjeong gasped shakily at the sensation where Jimin held her waist, looking at her curiously.
“Wet your fingers for me, unnie,” she whispered, pecking the corner of the older woman’s lips who shivered unintentionally.
Jimin sucked on her two digits, rubbing the saliva together out of mere peculiarity.
“Raise my shirt up for me,” and the older woman almost ripped it off from the greed that consumed her rational thoughts suddenly, and she violently pulled it off rather than doing what she was instructed.
Taken aback, Minjeong playfully slapped her head. “Unnie!” She whisper-shouted.
“W-what now..?” Her eyes were staring at the mounds in front of her, wanting to squeeze them so bad or something, that her hands started shaking in need.
“Pinch me, you idio—a-ah!” Jimin did it with no further command, her moistened fingers rolling around her nipple before pinching it teasingly. She nuzzled her face into her chest, opening her mouth and sucking on it, doing it without permission or anything.
Who thought a librarian obsessed with dinosaurs was this shameless?
“Keep grinding,” she muffled.
Minjeong’s panties were soaking wet, leaking down her inner thighs and coating it in her wetness. No doubt that Jimin’s thigh wasn’t stained already.
Shifting back and forth against the fabric more aggressively now, her breathing became more ragged and heavy—almost dizzy in pleasure when Jimin sucked on her nipples, leaving both her boobs in an equal amount of attention.
Her warm tongue rolls around her nipple, and her hand gently squeezes the other boob, that alone left Minjeong a trembling mess in her arms the moment the awaiting orgasm numbed her senses.
“Was I good?” Anxiously, Jimin asked.
More than good.
Minjeong couldn’t respond, her mouth parted with no words hanging out.
Tears welled up, and the older woman glanced down at the floor in shame. In the aching, dreadful disappointment that haunted the back of her head.
Glasses now laid on the floor, forgotten.
“H-huh..? Why you crying for?” Breaking out of her daze, Minjeong blinked slowly, taking in the breathtaking sight of the older woman’s tears dripping down, and her babbles incoherate.
“W-was I n-not.. g-good enough for you?”
Oh.
“You were more than good.. enough for me,” Minjeong reassures, leaning in to kiss her tears away.
“So good that I would genuinely listen to you yap about whatever that T rex little guy you love so much for hours.” She added with a wink.
Worked up: Jimin’s lips thinned to a thin line and her eyes sharpened, her posture straightening too. Tears drying off instantly at the mistake the woman made.
“He’s not little!”
“Tell me more.” Minjeong teased.